Wheat Shall Fill the Valley

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On Man They gagged his mouth, Bound his hands to the rock of the dead And said: Murderer! They took his food, clothes and banners, Cast him into the condemned cell And said: Thief! They drove him away from every port, Took his young sweetheart, Then said: Refugee! O you with bloodshot eyes and bloody hands, Night is short-lived, The detention room lasts not for ever, Nor yet the links of chains. Nero died, Rome did not: With her very eyes she fights. And seeds from a withered ear With wheat shall fill the valley. Mahmoud Darwish