The earth has a heartbeat that bleeds tears In time with a little child’s fear. The holies dare not rest complacent in the belief That humankind will love their neighbors as themselves. The wars and rumours have split open the doors And something much more malicious has entered in. Something stirred the dust and the
In bitter times stones cut your feet And the winds of change stood still. When all the voices and all the wars were scratched into your heart, And marked into your soul. I watched and waited for you. In the cruel and relentless call to arms The mothers and the children hid Crouched and beaten
Where do the doves go when the bombs fall? Into the grit and grey of skies And swift to the mountains and the valley of tears. Where do the mothers and children hide When the screech of sirens burn bitter the night And nowhere now, not a single light of hope illuminates the Gaza sky.
