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Mary

Tell them where your miracle took place 

Tell them where your ears were filled with the laughter of your babe

Tell them where you saw the colors of spring and shades of life in the eyes of he who grew up to preach kindness, love and peace

Mary 

Tell them where your son took his first steps

Tell them where he stumbled and fell by the river 

And where he swam by the sea

Tell them where he caught his first lemon from the tree 

Next to the that rock where he scraped his knee

Mary 

Tell them where you son found his guiding light

And what language he used to speak 

Tell them where he got accustomed to the taste of cumin, olives, figs, and the grains of which his bread was made of

Kneaded with the olive oil squeezed from the tree he planted when he was three

Tell them about the land where he grew up and became the symbol of such intense love and serendipity 

Tell them about the dress you son used to tug with red yellow and orange embroidery 

Mary 

Tell the world about the land where the miracle birth of Jesus came to be 

And where you wept in Jerusalem when he became one with the earth, trees, river and sea 

Tell them about Palestine and what a glory it used to be 

Tell them when it was called palestine before the inevitable AD 

Tell them it will always be Palestine as long as it’s people live and breathe  

Mary 

Tell them killing children is a crime against humanity 

Tell them it’s supposed to rain fresh water and not white phosphorus on those with no where to flee

Tell them hospitals should not be bombed they have taken down almost 23 

Tell them to not destroy your sons olive trees

Mary take care of the children sent your way 

Please be gentle when you hold them as they’re settling into their wings 

Please make sure they are seeing shooting stars instead of missiles lighting up their nights as theirs used to be

Please take care of this one as well

He had 30 minutes of life so show him what life is supposed to be 

Show him the love and peace he never got to see

Mary 

I see your tears shedding 

I hear your heart breaking 

I feel your soul aching

I’m reaching for the hand you’re lending 

I can’t reach you Mary 

They can’t reach you Mary 

I’m hoping you can just tell the world the truth Mary 

Tell them Palestine is the birth place of your son Jesus Christ 

Tell them no matter what is said or done

Palestine is Palestine 

Until the moon changes places with the sun