By "Slim" at MOA (and, don't forget, Christianity came out of 'The Place'):
Jesus is buried under rubble in Gaza
And there ain't no Christmas this year
His bones all crushed in a genocide rush
And there ain't no Christmas this year
He lies there with babies and toddlers
Whose fathers fight brave for their home
Grand-moms and uncles shopkeepers and plumbers
Dreams crushed by a rain of our bombs
Some may have to flee but they’ll sure keep their key
To their home for a future return.
No time to bury Mary, sweet 13 yr old -girl
She’ll lie next to Christ under stone
It’s a trail of tears going south for a haven
Bodies (line) both sides of the road
The blood and the smell will scar but give purpose
It’s Nakba all over again
No Christmastime in Palestine
Just sorrow from river to sea
No fast to break, for good Gods sake
Just sorrow from river to sea
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