Christmas was canceled in bethlehem Holiness walks amongst the most ordinary of men Tiny hands reach out from under the rubble Christ is risen through the palestinian people Barefooted, in flip-flops And rescuing lives It’s as if you could reach Through the screen And touch the divine Generational olive groves Set fire on the hillside To have but an ounce of the faith As the people of palestine From the cliffs of delusion Democracy dangles The boy with no face, no legs Humanity mangled Though some of the dead Look like sleeping angels Live-streamed, genocidal War crimes of Israel They killed us under every Moon The strawberry, the worm The snow, the sturgeon, and the wolf They killed us under every Moon The strawberry, the worm The full corn the harvest They killed us under every Moon The strawberry, the worm The pink and the flower These technologies of death Are illusory powers Real power is in The hands that replant And the tears that water The humility and grace Seen in palestinian fathers It’s the bones that enrich soils After the slaughters It’s the birthright to life Of every son and daughter It’s in those same old skeletons Dancin’ through traumas & the hearts burning Dense like manzanita It’s the man who changed my life And the world with his camera It’s the soul of my soul In the grandfather of gaza They killed us under every Moon The strawberry, the worm The snow, the sturgeon, and the wolf The strawberry, the worm The full corn and the harvest They killed us under every Moon The strawberry, the worm The pink and the flower These technologies of death Are illusory powers This year Christmas was canceled in bethlehem Holiness walks amongst the most ordinary of men Tiny hands reach out from under the rubble Christ is risen through the palestinian people