A Matter of Survival
Valorie Mall
O my people,
Our land was conceived in the putrid smoke of tall, brick chimneys.
It developed in the womb of a devastated world.
The labor began as thousands searched for homes
where they no longer existed.
Our land was born as the world gave us a corner of earth,
knowing sad, haunted people had no where else to go.
The desert bloomed under willing hands,
creating their own destiny.
But never have we known a moment’s peace.
Locked in conflict with those who should be brothers.
Understanding the sorrowful truth so hard to comprehend.
Our land must exist if we are to survive.
