Poems from Noor D
Right now I feel betrayed by my closest friend, slayed by the guilt monster inside of me.
Should I call her or no ignore her, or show that...
Bread... and bullets.
In the land of falasteen where the olive branches cry,
In the land of falasteen where the Nakba reverberates through...
Bread... and bullets.
In the land of falasteen where the olive branches cry,
In the land of falasteen where the Nakba reverberates through...