When the robin flies high,
it caresses the sky of creativity
and rests on the white pine tree,
singing its eternal song
in all the languages of the world,
where everyday is a diverse festival
of man
the melody blends
with the voices of artists and poets.

The robin’s colorful feathers scatter
and mix with the ethnic hues
of history and humanity.
The brushes of artists
and the poems of the angelic snow
rest on the earth’s warmth.

One man after another finds his soul
illuminating with philanthropy, creativity, and prosperity
when the robin rests on each window at dawn
giving him the freedom from its wings–
the keys of peace
and new hope
to embrace humanity
away from war

Those great piles of blood that stopped compiling few minutes ago….
Imagination continues to imagine the unimaginable.
The children return from elementary schools
And find no homes to live in, no books to read, no food to eat;
Their fathers were wrapped with flags
Their mothers were exiled with anguish and tears
The happiness leaves the streets
The ministers and Sheikhs were praying in Bethlehem
For the peaceful peace of the Holly Land
Angels meet on the cradle of Messiah
And supplicate for the revival of the broken wings of peace.
No cemeteries to go to
God furnishes the souls with blessed eternity
Over the bodies which were ruptured
Over the green which was still pulsating with eternal life
The bloody Dead Sea revives and witnesses the historical scene.
Its waves hide the tears, the full moon eclipsed that night
And the Angles in black veils fly over Al-Aqsa mosque and Al-Qiama church
No one had seen them fly, or why they covered their snowy bodies
With black veils over the streets which were kneaded with blood!!

Two moons blaze
in the lap of clouds
like a fascinated, daring pulse.
They wash their exhaustion with poetry
and in their heart,
A prophecy chants!

(Dedicated to the children of the world)

Learn our little birds,
how to fly above the malignity,
and the greediness of adults.
Learn,
how to protect your white jewel
of innocence,
to be leaders of peace in our nations’ future.
Learn, our little white, black, red, and
yellow ethnic buds,
how to emerge from rocks,
and flourish for life,
not for destruction, not for wars,
but to spread your petals peacefully
and say your prayers,
the way you like it,
in any religion you believe in.
Just say it.
Say it on the unknown tombs,
of millions of children,
who were dreaming like you,
dreaming of peace
on our bloody earth,
in Syria Vietnam, Bosnia, Lebanon, Iraq,
Afghanistan, Palestine and.. and.. and ….
Yet now, they are living in eternal peace!
Create, the thinkers of our future,
new ways for universal salvation!
And become bigger, stronger, and smarter.
Be scientists, artists, poets, inventors, even
soldiers,
but take your white jewel of innocence
with you,
to illuminate the darkness of your adulthood!
Smart as you are, little sprouts,
many myths, tricks, magic news, even circus games,
may deceive you!
Your intuition is your innocent weapon.
Remember the A, B, C’s of the game.
Smart bombs, smart weapons,
have no consciences, no wills,
to keep people alive
even if they are innocent! . .
Tell the adults,
that bombs and missiles
do not distinguish between good and bad.
Do not distinguish between children and adults.
Tell the adults,
that you know the difference between
being heroic, and being aggressive
being the defender, and being the offender
being the victim and being the scourger!
Tell the adults,
that the creature who leads a tank
to destroy you house,
has cut the placenta,
between himself and humanity,
between himself and peace,
For being human,
is to be merciful!
Tell the adults,
that war is a beast,
whose gigantic hands, and bloody mouth,
can smash trees, animals, and children.
Ask the adults:
how could you fight evil with evil?!
Your innocence tells you the answer
Sweet angels!!