I am a Palestinian Christian, my Lord
Persecuted by Jews all day and night
They demolished my house, then cut my trees
While many Western Christians watch with delight
Supporting Israel’s false Biblical claims
And Zionist claims, who never kept a plight
So, deliver me, Lord, from Zionist fraud
And Christian ignorance of your way of Right
In every corner of the Holy Land
Hundreds of crosses and of crucified
The Zionist spirit of malice and hate
Fills the Nativity Church with those who cried
The Christmas whiteness is stained with kid’s blood
And every right, except for Jews, denied
Sadness and grief are our daily bread
While Zionist brutality is US- justified
If bribery fails, Monicas are on line
To clear the way and falsify each fact
Corruption, since your days, is Juda’s art
To pave the way for every treason act
Oh my Lord! I am burdened like you were
Your tormentors and mine are one on tract
Your Way of Peace never moved in their hearts
A string of kindness, which they always lacked
We never hated Jews ‘cause they were Jews
But we hated Zionist thought and dream
We hate their holocaust of our men
And our children, in a planned cruel theme
We hate their execution of our trees
We cradled with love from Hebron to Shekim
Those orchards are the soul of Canaan Land
Of Peace and Blessing, watered by Love stream
“He who lives by the sword, by sword shall die”
These are your words of Wisdom and clear Thought
Not a Palestinian home was spared the sword
Of Judas, or the hate Judas has taught
Not a candle lit for Peace has survived
Judas breeching or the greed he sought
Dishonesty, capriciousness and fraud
Of Israelis: misfortune they brought
With all devotion, dear Lord, I ask Thee
If ants and birds have homelands, why not me?
The silence in the West is shameful, Lord
To shake my faith in Mankind, not in Thee
So, help my people, Lord, and make them strong
To stand the torment and to plant a tree
They always kept the Holy Land so green
And so nonracial, for your eyes to see
Since days of Timor and Attila the Hun
No tyrants like Shamir or Sharon came
They preach Peace but their acts are those of war
They terrorize the region, seeking fame!
With every act of genocide they do
They justify that with security claim
In unison, the White House chants their song
The Devil and its Master play the same
Oh Lord! Give Thy Peace and Blessing to us
As once before, since now we need it most
We face the wrath of Sharon tanks and arms
With unarmed hands, we suffer a high cost
Slaves we will never be, no matter what
Faith in Thee and our right we never lost
Words are short of describing fear and pain
Of our children, who can find no host?
The moans that break the silence of the night
Whenever night is silent on our slopes
Do make the tears of Mary trickle down
While our people keep their dreams and hopes
Bethlehem, Lord, has no more gingle bells
No children play, no laughter or bright robes
Zionists confiscated Christmas joy
And spread their racist dreams over the Globe
Fathi A. Abdallah, MD