by Alexander Fui Sak Chang

I take a nap under the Tree of Time
For three thousand years
Only to wake up at the feet of cold Gaza
Covered with soaking sorrow and tears
I pick up a burnt olive branch
Telling the wailing wind
Please fly this ray of love to Mt Sinai and Canaan

I walk under the Tree of Time
For thirty years
Only to doze off at the feet of busy Kyiv
Overwhelmed by the bleeding sadness and pain
I sing a song of peace
Asking the compassionate doves
Please take this whisper to Siberia and Black Sea

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