If I were just a grain of sand in a desert,
that you could walk on.
If you didn’t appreciate
the ripe fruit you partook of.
If you disregarded
the treasure hidden under the soil.
If you preferred the wine
over the water that gives life.
If I’m like an unknown soldier
in the midst of war.
If my vague and strange poetry
is not music to your ears.
I will walk off stage
and enjoy the show with the audience.
I will remain like a footballer among spectators.
I’m like solitary wheat
among tares.
I won’t bow before Baal statues,
but will survive the desert.