My Homeland Is Not A

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.