The speaker of this poem, who works to feed his eight children, soon to be nine, says "beware of my hunger and anger" because "if I'm made to starve I'll eat the flesh of my oppressor."
The main character of this poem has "hands baked like rock" and lives in a "forgotten quiet village where streets have no names." The speaker of this poem says that he is a "descendant of plow pushers" and that he "struck roots here long before the olive trees and the poplars," and complains "you've left nothing for my children except the rocks, but I've heard you'll take away even the rocks." The speaker of this poem, who works to feed his eight children, soon to be nine, says "beware of my hunger and anger" because "if I'm made to starve I'll eat the flesh of my oppressor." The speaker of this poem repeats the refrain "Write down: I'm an Arab" and tells his interlocutor that the title record is number fifty thousand. For 10 points, name this poem about a Palestian trying to get himself registered, a work of Mahmoud Darwish.
The main character of this poem has "hands baked like rock" and lives in a "forgotten quiet village where streets have no names."
"Identity Card" [or "Bitaqat Huwiyya"]