Palestinian Streets

My city’s streets are nameless.
If a Palestinian gets killed by a sniper or a drone,
we name the street after them.
Children learn their numbers best
when they can count how many homes or schools
were destroyed, how many mothers and fathers
were wounded or thrown into jail.
Grownups in Palestine use their IDs only
so as not to forget
who they are.

Mosab Abu Toha
    

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