So, at the length of two thousand years
The Lord God commanded his only son;
"Again, again!" I say "Thou shalt be made Man,
And return to the land of thy birth,
To that place that is yet called Bethlehem."
And so it was done and Maryam with her husband,
Yusef, journeyed to the town of Bethlehem,
To the `A` land of Palestine,
That their child might be born free.
When they came the Inns were all empty,
The roads closed to travellers from the West,
The rubble was on the streets, the tanks on the hills;
And the bulldozers were hungry for houses.
When the child was born
The hospitals were filled with injured.
The curfew barred all access to the streets,
The midwives denied attendence on the labouring;
The cattle penned, and the shepherds
Driven from the hills.
The Kings sat in their tents
And talked of the Peace Process.
In Bethlehem a miracle was wrought;
The children trapped by a hail of bullets
Caught them from the air and turned them to precious stones.
Then, facing the soldiers and guns and tanks
Threw these jewels of hope back into the Holy Land.
Unto Maryam a boy child was born
While the guns rang and flares lit the sky.
Maryam and Jusef named their child Shalom,
That he might bring Peace to the world.
But King Sharon, hearing of this was enraged
And ordered his army to search throuh the town
For all the first born male children
That desired Peace for Palestine.
The roads into Egypt were all blocked;
Gaza surrounded by a desert of fear ,
Jerusalem lay divided under heaven,
From oppression and hatred
There was no escape,
So, in Betlehem, in two thousand and two,
Poor little Shalom failed to thrive.