Poem
Bethlehem
Oh little town of Bethlehem,
How still you'd like to lie!
Above your shallow restless sleep
The clouds of smoke go by.
Still in your dark streets glowing
The fires of night attacks.
No hope of peace for many years,
Nor a time to relax.
© 2001 - All rights reserved
After Israel's attacks on the Palestinian territories in December 2001.