The Edward Said Song

After the last sky,

the birds will fly in the sky of my lungs,

against the horizon of my heart,

crushing the barbed-wire of my veins,

entering into the great migration of my bones,

the human revolution,

the human revelation,

the human rebellion,

the last sky,

the only sky

The Palestinian sky

the human sky

the blood soaked sky

the sky of our ancestors

the sky of our return

the last sky …


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