PLEA



   This country shaped like the head of a mare

   Coming full gallop from far off Asia

   To stretch into the Mediterranean

                          THIS  COUNTRY IS OURS.



   Bloody wrists, clenched teeth

             bare feet,

   Land like a precious silk carpet

   THIS HELL, THIS PARADISE IS OURS.



   Let the doors be shut that belong to others

   Let them never open again 

   Do away with the enslaving of man by man

                          THIS PLEA IS OURS.



   To live! Like a tree alone and free

   Like a forest in brotherhood

                          THIS YEARNING IS OURS.