Suddenly home was a collective grave,
Even the gray cat nobody could save.
If its nine lives were just of no avail,
Who could survive? The elderly so frail!?
They lived in thay ugly, rotten building
All their lifetime and they kept on holding
Onto it as if it was their life belt,
Or everything that their lives really meant.
Many times the city officials tried
To evacuate them, but they denied
For they knew it wasn’t out of concern
For their welfare, but in order to gain
Control of the building as they’d done
With thousands of buildings already gone.
It has always been the state’s policy
(Whatever they say is sheer heresy),
Not to permit any innovation
Of Arab houses or restoration.
This is one of the procedures the state
Has long been taking to evacuate
The Arabs from their buildings or houses
Which are mostly located in mixed cities.
As a result over the years the stones
Of that shelter looked just like olden bones
Dug out of an ancient tomb and scattered
All over the yard already battered.
As a rotten piece of cheese were the walls
The windows of which resembled black holes.
At last the rotten skeleton fell apart
Burying those who refused to depart
Since it was more acceptable to die
Than give up their home and believe a lie.
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