Palestinian Teardrops

torrents of teardrops
throw stones, o throw stones
thou defenseless ones
your babes are in cells
for throwing stones
missiles whistling through the dead of night —
mothers dead in the night

torrents of teardrops
mixed with anguished red blood
screaming out from holy lands
sighing peace, where is My peace little ones?
instead of stones, throw them a smile
instead of careless hate, return love
instead of war, release the dove
and enter now, my beloveds, enter into My peace.