A Dream

A dream cast upon the shadow of a murderous night.
So soft in nature but violently sought.
No end to the rain of devastating fire
With whirling steel that pierces hearts.

They raise their arms up to the Lord.
To find shelter from this work of Satan.
Sobbing at the red stringed streams
Emanating from embraced loved ones.

They wish tears could raise the dead.
But they are already dead.
There is only A reason to live.
It is to fight for God -given choice.

Will we be free?
Will we find that beautiful horizon?
Can we see beyond the storm to paradise?
Is there an end to the suffering of Palestine?

Set your sights low,
And work for Justice.
Find every little reason
To further your resolve.

Then the day will come
When ALL eyes peer farther,
Even beyond the fiery sun,
To see the truth that sets Palestine free!