The sun was eclipsed by the moon today as the world watched in disbelief
The children of Palestine are the sun
special glasses aren’t needed to witness their eclipse-
Isn’t that a relief ?
There is no blocking sheer The view is crystal clear
They were all colors of a rainbow, these children, and more Until the writing of this—fourteen thousand and more;
The rainbow broke into:
The green of the pastures on the other side which could never be reached;
The orange of explosions hitting them while their doors were breached;
The brown of the rubble of their homes beneath which they lay trapped;
The red of the blood that poured from severed arms they had wrapped;
The blue of the skies above where the birdsongs were drowned by blasts and drones;
The purple of the bruised body and wounded spirit, their breaths heard between moans;
The yellow of their orphaned faces Of an unthinkable grief that no one could mend;
The grey of their skin As the anguish of hunger Diminished the fear of a sudden end;
The black of the thick smoke that burned every dream in its tracks;
The white of the endless cloth that now shrouds their lifeless backs;
These, oh people of this world were rainbows This was the sun that has been eclipsed for all to see in clear view from every corner of the world we can see
You may wear your dark glasses now, for the sight before you may leave you blind
The children of Palestine are the sun
special glasses aren’t needed to witness their eclipse-
Isn’t that a relief ?
There is no blocking sheer
The view is crystal clear
They were all colors of a rainbow, these children, and more
Until the writing of this—fourteen thousand and more;
The rainbow broke into:
The green of the pastures
on the other side which could never be reached;
The orange of explosions
hitting them while their doors were breached;
The brown of the rubble of their homes
beneath which they lay trapped;
The red of the blood
that poured from severed arms they had wrapped;
The blue of the skies above
where the birdsongs were drowned
by blasts and drones;
The purple of the bruised body
and wounded spirit,
their breaths heard between moans;
The yellow of their orphaned faces
Of an unthinkable grief that no one could mend;
The grey of their skin
As the anguish of hunger
Diminished the fear of a sudden end;
The black of the thick smoke
that burned every dream in its tracks;
The white of the endless cloth
that now shrouds their lifeless backs;
These, oh people of this world
were rainbows
This was the sun that has been eclipsed for all to see
in clear view from every corner of the world
we can see
You may wear your dark glasses now,
for the sight before you may leave you blind