Museum exhibition poster, Barcelona, Spain.
The Night There
"The night there is pitch black...and roses are fewer.
The road will fork even more than before. The valley will split open
and the slope will collapse on us. The wound opens wide. Relatives flee.
Victims kill each other to erase their victims' sight and find relief.
We'll know more than we knew before. One abyss will lead to another.
When we embrace an idea worshipped by tribes and branded on their vanishing bodies,
we'll witness emperors engraving their names on grains of wheat to show their power.
Aren't we changed? Men follow the teachings of the sword
and spill blood. Let the sand pile up..."
Poem from the book Unfortunately, It Was Paradise, by Mahmoud Darwish.
Bush denounces Hamas terror (but gives the Israelis a free pass).
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