MY CAMEL

They came to my land

Claiming to LIBERATE me

They killed my friends

Claiming to RESCUE me

I saw all and did not say a word

I did not feel FREE

May be I was not born to be FREE or was I?

Who knows what it means to be FREE?

Except for my ever born free CAMEL

I ran to find my CAMEL

Just to see him

Lying DEAD on the ground

Wrapped in its warm BLOOD

On the sands of his HOMELAND desert

As DEFENSELESS as an infant

As INNOCENT as an inborn baby

Yet being EATEN by a dog

Seeming so GREEDILY hungry

I knelt and cried:

“GOD …you let them come here

TO KILL US TO LIBERATE US

But why my CAMEL, why?

He was as FREE as a bird

When he was ALIVE

Those OLD days

That I was not LIBERATED.”

K.H.

03.26.03