This scrap of dirt,
this portion of earth,
this oasis of the desert
that I swapped
with elysian meadows
of eternal mirth,
belongs to me,
to her rims
of outskirts.
I am he who owns,
making my homes
bulldozing
your bones,
for I have lost my place,
my celestial stand
my piece of space
in The promise land;
so I nab your land
out of your hands.
For me
it was too weary
being a lamb
so I turned to a meanest lion.
Now
I am as much a Zionist
as I've lost my very way,
to The Zion.
