The following poem was inspired by the children of Palestine. It is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS. 

I am a clown dwelling beneath rockets

Oh land, mourn, mourn this clown’s breath

Red wine and tears will crawl along

Let them impregnate the dirt

New beautiful children will grow strong

Becoming clowns, hallowed irreverence

Oh land, celebrate, celebrate these clowns’ breaths

Loud laughter: power, stupidity performed

May these sacred children become nothing

Oh tormented mother, resisting the plague of irrational power

A clown is all that I can be