Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Palestinian Children

or “Tears of The Galilee”

from Rhyme Without Reason by Gary Knapton


How many night-sky stars shine out in hope that this might cease ?

How much closer are we to the prize of living in peace ?

How many people still believe once wars have taken their tolls ?

Thousands of innocent people maimed and dying by the Dead Sea Scrolls


How many walls go tumbling when the bombs fall from above ?

How many dreams are crumbling through the eye of a storm of love ?

How many mouths shot silent ?

How many eyes to see ?

Palestinian children share your tears of the Galilee


How long we been neighbours ?

Yet how little do we care ?

Focused on our differences

Yet blind to the path we share

So many Mosques and Temples

Don’t you find it odd

That we would sooner kill each other than share in the fruits of God ?


Can’t we take a new approach ?

How can it hurt to try ?

How much possibility hangs low in the Jericho sky ?

Suicide bombers and soldiers

Are robbing us of our namesake

How many more miles sleepwalking before we are blown awake ?


How many houses tumble when we bomb our cities in hate ?

How many more lives crumble by the old Jerusalem gate ?

How many hearts fall silent ?

Why can’t anyone see ?

Palestinian children share your tears of the Galilee


PLO and Hamas mask enemies from within

Rocket shells on the Golan Heights

Another bombardment din

Every innocent loses

Jews and Arabs alike

All our brothers and sisters

Fear death from the next airstrike


Human beings are vulnerable

Human beings are fools

Too many men with power not love are making money and rules

Meanwhile back in Disneyland we parody the Burlesque stall

While they starve and suffer in the shade of a Berlin-esque wall


How much more pain rumbles ?

People cannot breathe

How the wealthy grumble from the towers of Tel Aviv

All the world is guilty in its quest for a Holy grail

Deaf to the lesson loud and clear from a nearby Crucifix nail


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