Poetry for Palestine

When I was seven Jesus cried

When I was seven

I was living in a beautiful village

North of Jerusalem

Near the heart of Palestine

I used to play where Jesus used to pray

I ran up the hills where he used to walk

Listening through the wind to the echo of his talk

“Oh, children of God, love one another”

A man of Palestine

Gentle, kind, and giving

A true prince of peace

Ever so loving

Up above my head

White fluffy clouds slept all day

On my blue sky’s lap

I used to lie down

Jumping with my soul up in to heaven

Weaving with the clouds

Snow white and teddy bears

I’ll make up stories

Dressed up as a princess

Dancing with the fairies

Flying on the wings of a pure white bird

With a magical brush that no one could see

I painted the world

With colours of the rainbow

I flew wiping tears away of every human face

Putting a big smile right in their place

I spoke every language with no words at all

With all words of love they answered my call

Every drop of water… every grain of sand

Every green leaf felt God’s loving hand

UNTIL

One summer day

My life was turned up-side down

My peaceful world

SUDDENLY .. ran away

Leaving me to drown… shivering all alone

In the grave-yard of town

THE SIX-DAY WAR… EVER SO CRUEL

The army of Zion marched ready to fight

Crushing us with bombs… proud of all their might

Stealing our country was a “ God given right”

Killing.. maiming.. destroying “CHOSEN”, so it’s all right

Bombing peaceful towns all night and day

Killing young children so no longer to play

Tearing clouds apart… scaring them away

Burning innocent lives

Chasing dreams away

Filled with shame and guilt of Hitler’s holocaust 

Followers of Christ people of the west

Cheered .. rejoiced ..hurray

To a cheap victory

While Jesus was weeping

Crying out loud

The murder of his children

And the rape of his land

When I was seven

Jesus cried

Ever so hard !