Good luck! Don’t return to the world!
Good luck! Don’t be born as a person!
Good luck! No more going out of the house in the dark-nights of severe winter,
The starving child must not be allowed to eat my stale bread covered with the poisonous coating of white-phosphorus.
Good luck! You will never have to carry your brother’s body on your shoulder to claim your rights.
Good luck! No more coming to earth,
Good luck! You don’t have to be born again as a human being.
What luck! My living parents, clinging to the bricks of your bombed-out building, will never have to wish for their own death again.
My adorable teenage sister would never have to be a ghoul’s dinner child again.
Good luck! Never again will your missiles have to turn my newborn child’s tiny body into a battered, bloody mass of flesh.
Good luck! Never to return to earth,
Good luck! Don’t be born as a person!
Good luck! Don’t return to Palestine.
