Palestine Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Jan Oskar Hansen


I sit in my kitchen the wall clock

Ticks ten past seven evening time.

I feel at ease and doves of peace

Cross a distant sky.

The unchanging hum of the fridge

Accentuates my inner harmony,

Perhaps there will be peace too in

Palestine where a child, newly born,

Died in a senseless war and became

A bitter memory long before she

Had a memory herself.

” We’re so very sorry, we apologise,

But we have the right to defend our

Settlers of this land.”

“¦And from the dispossessed, a cry

Of revenge echoes through ravaged


I sit in my kitchen and the fridge

Hums a lullaby of everlasting sorrow.