Song Of Palestine – Silent Night; Martyr’s Night
Th’stars do quake at the sight…
Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.
The tears in the eye; on the cheek; in the palms; on the dress.
For the dead of conflicts ended long ago before their birth they’ll say “Armistice!”.
The child said: Was it The Accursed who sent you? Was it God?