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)

They  say I am,
A  light for peace. Glowing in a torn land,
Where haunting cries can’t  fade away,
They echo through the rubble and decay.

They say I am,
The  hands  that hold, the tiny ones you left to die,
when your bombs rained from the sky,
Admits, their mother’s cries.

They say I am
The  only truth, written down for all to see,
But, because of greed, You’ve turned away,
from all my words and me.

They say I am,
Eternal peace, for those I’ll call to me,
But, Israel  you’ll reap the tears you’ve sown,
Through generations yet, unknown.

Support Palestine.

One  dreary night,
on a park bench covered in snow.
An old man sat, with his coat pulled tight,
shivering in the frosty light.

Snowflakes fell with a gentle grace;
he brushed them away in angry haste.
Some remained like threads of lace.
Outlining a sad and troubled face.

Dear God, he said, can you tell me why,
where once you walked,
Now thousands die.
So many more Displaced,
and maimed,
By those who claim,
it’s in your name.

As he spoke,
His tears began to flow,
falling on his shaking hands,
My hand he then let go.

When I turned to say goodbye.
A thousand angels filled  the sky
And one came down to cry.