A Room of My Own: Separation Wall Haiku

behind hill after hill
of olive trees
the separation wall

Note: Below is my another poem about the separation wall:

The Promised Land

What will you do if they uproot your trees?
What will I do? Only plant them again.
What will you do if they bulldoze your houses?
What will I do? Only build them again.

Facing the stone-wall silence of riot police, a large gathering of men, women and children sings louder and louder, but none concedes his or her position.

hazy half moon

the separation wall

where olive groves stood

Chrysanthemum, 15, April 2014