Stephan: Christian’s reference to Dimitrova’s poem brings to mind one written by an unknown Palestinian. Titled “The Seedkeepers” – and discovered by my wife – it tells us:
“Burn our Land
Burn our dreams.
Pour acid on our songs.
Cover with sawdust the blood of our massacred people.
Muffle with your technology the screams of all that is free, wild and
indigenous.
Destroy our grass and soil.
Raze to the ground every farm and every village our ancestors had
built.
Every tree, every home, every book, every law and all equity and
harmony.
Flatten with your bombs every valley.
Erase with your edits our past, our literature, our metaphor.
Denude the forest and the earth till no insect no bird no word can
find a place to hide.
Do that and more.
I do not fear your tyranny.
I do not despair ever.
For I guard a seed, a little live seed, that I shall safeguard and
plant again.”
