The Palestinian woman

       in her black

     hijab walks alone.

 Her mind and heart

       longing for her Jewish

  lover and consort.


       she’ll walk beside him

       in the open air,

hijab discarded,

   dreams unfolding.

  But her family suspects

    and his government


    For the blood

       runs free and long in

       years past.

    Their love is strong, but

will it survive the wars

of God and Allah?



Rod C. Stryker

An older piece. Kinda speaks for itself. Hope you like it.

  1. whalefungus says:

    The question at the end makes the poem.

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