As I read Mearsheimer and Walt,
of an Israeli lobby that has remained,
unrepentantly monstrous in its approach,
of keeping a Washington servile and gutless,
in character absolutely Zionist beyond reproach,
I despair not.
I see the resilient faces of Palestinian students,
Cool and calm and devoid of emotion,
far away from their land and their nation,
each bearing tonnes in weight,
of grief and absence of elation,
but I despair not.
For as long as there remains,
dreams and aspirations,
of enshrining a legacy of generations,
of a brotherhood ancient and deep,
transcending class, color and creed;
For those hearts singing tarana-e-milli,
there is Hope.