How Palestinians Keep Warm Comments

Well, I made that up. I'm not so sure about Mizar. But I know we need to keep warm here on earth And when your shawl is as thin as mine is, you tell stories. very fine poem. misery to which the world is blind. tony

I stir the coals, my babies cry. How will I teach them they belong to the stars? They build forts of white stone and say, " This is mine." very fine poem especially in the present context.. tony

what is the purpose of this peom

what is the purpose/point of this poem?

My well went dry, my grandfather's grapes have stopped singing. I stir the coals, my babies cry. How will I teach them they belong to the stars? ......Palestinians and their cause and sufferings. tony