Evil Deeds
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by Nuri Al Okbi
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08/04/07
translated from Hebrew
I came back to Al Araqib, my home
Birth place of my father and grandfather
Evil men took my tents
My food, my water
Even my blanket and the pillow under my head
Guests were not offered any drink by me
For no sugar nor coffee were left me
I am so very sad for I stood alone
And so evil men fought me
Bulldozers, guns and policemen came to frighten me
Even a memorial I had built with my own hands
They, the evil men, demolished this grave on my ground
Great funds were wasted in their war against me
May they drop an atom bomb on my head
I shall never die
No, never die
For in heaven and on earth my spirit lives on…
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