Olive Branches
Olive Branches
The scorching sun descends
Upon withered lands with no rain
Some trees are old and brittle
When the olive branch is cut and proffered
Open arms and take a new path
Never be a destroyer
Of dreams and new ways
It is often offered only once
Never lose those golden chances
When a poet rides on donkey under palms
Heed the words and the psalms
Humanity is better with one heart
Than none at all
Note: Inspired by the Rio2016 Olympics, when the Lebanon’s team
refused to get on the same bus as the Israeli team. Sadly
a wasted opportunity, I am sure those athletes had more in
common than what divides.
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