The Poem Is In My Hands, And

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

I Am Not A Lover Of Israel, Of Course. I Have No Reason To Be. But I Don't Hate Jews.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.