When I was seven
\nI was living
\nIn a beautiful village
\nNorth of Jerusalem
\nNear the heart of Palestine<\/p>\n
I used to play
\nWhere Jesus used to pray
\nI ran up the hills
\nWhere he used to walk
\nListening through the wind
\nTo the echo of his talk
\n\u201cOh, children of God,
\nLove one another\u201d<\/p>\n
A man of Palestine
\nGentle, kind, and giving
\nA true prince of peace
\nEver so loving\u2026<\/p>\n
Up above my head
\nWhite fluffy clouds
\nSlept all day
\nOn my blue sky\u2019s lap<\/p>\n
I used to lie down
\nJumping with my soul
\nUp in to heaven
\nWeaving with the clouds
\nSnow white and teddy bears<\/p>\n
I\u2019d make up stories
\nDressed up as a princess
\nDancing with the fairies
\nFlying on the wings
\nOf a pure white bird<\/p>\n
With a magical brush
\nThat no one could see
\nI painted the world
\nWith colours of the rainbow<\/p>\n
I flew wiping tears away
\nOf every human face
\nPutting a big smile
\nRight in their place<\/p>\n
I spoke every language
\nWith no words at all
\nWith all words of love
\nThey answered my call<\/p>\n
Every drop of water
\nEvery grain of sand
\nEvery green leaf
\nFelt God\u2019s loving hand<\/p>\n
UNTIL
\nOne summer day
\nMy life was turned
\nUp-side down<\/p>\n
My peaceful world
\nSUDDENLY .. ran away
\nLeaving me to drown
\nShivering all alone
\nIn the grave-yard of town<\/p>\n
THE SIX-DAY WAR
\nEVER SO CRUEL
\nThe army of Zion
\nMarched ready to fight
\nCrushing us with bombs
\nProud of all their might<\/p>\n
Stealing our country
\nWas a \u201c God given right\u201d
\nKilling.. maiming.. destroying
\n\u201cCHOSEN\u201d, so it\u2019s all right
\nBombing peaceful towns<\/p>\n
All night and day
\nKilling young children
\nSo, no longer to play<\/p>\n
Tearing clouds apart
\nScaring them away
\nBurning innocent lives
\nChasing dreams away<\/p>\n
Filled with shame and guilt
\nOf Hitler\u2019s holocaust<\/p>\n
Followers of Christ
\nPeople of the west
\nCheered .. rejoiced ..hurray
\nTo a cheap victory<\/p>\n
While Jesus was weeping
\nCrying out loud
\nThe murder of his children
\nAnd the rape of his land
\nWhen I was seven
\nJesus cried
\nEver so hard ! !<\/p>\n
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Born in Al-Quds (Jerusalem), I am Palestinian refugee living in exile for over 45 years. I was forced to leave my homeland, Palestine at the age of seven during the six-day war. My academic qualification is in Mathematics, but art is one of my favorite pastimes. I love hand-made things, so I make dolls, cards, and most of my own clothes. I also write poetry, and because I believe communication is the first step of understanding, I participate in dialogues with friends, known and unknown. I believe in building bridges not walls.<\/i><\/p>\n