Midnight, New Year, fireworks explodes on
velvety sky. Gaza has fireworks too every day,
but they aren't enjoying it the way we do,
standing here on the terrace of a five star hotel,
perhaps it is only three stars, drinks in hand
and idle chat. I feel wretched, wish I was drunk
but this place only severs wine and that is not
enough to drown my lack of shame.
Palestine, Europe doesn't cry for you tonight.