Palestine.( A  Falling)

There was a time.
A time of love and peace.
Our land  had olive groves, and leafy vines.
Skies of blue, and sunlit streets.
Butterflies  with wings of gold,
fluttered round our children’s feet.

Then,
evil  came  in human form.
To our peaceful land
in a deep black swarm.


No mercy has she by her side.
She swoops down, and  shatters lives,
then roars through blackened skies.
We run, but we can't hide.  

Her sword of death shines  in our skies.
Then plunges  deep to Pierce our sunrise.
In Darkness she spreads her vengeful wings,
And in homes where children's  songs once filled our dreams.

Our hearts now cracked, our blood runs cold.
Our shroud of death she firmly folds.
In darkness we die alone.
The world has turned to stone.



for Palestine)