The war will end. The leaders will shake hands.
The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son.
That girl will wait for her beloved husband.
And those children will wait for their heroic father.
I do not know who sold our homeland.
But i saw who paid the price.
-Mahmoud Darwish
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