Unadikum ( I Call on You ) I call on you I clasp your hands I kiss the ground under your feet And I say: I offer my life for yours I give you the light of my eyes as a present and the warmth of my heart The tragedy I live is but my share of your tragedies I call on you I clasp your hands I was not humiliated in my homeland Nor was I diminished I stood up to my oppressors orphaned, nude, and barefoot I carried my blood in my palm I never lowered my flags I guarded the green grass over my ancestor’s graves I call on you I clasp your hands ---Tawfiq Zayyad (1929-1994)