Palestine The key of hope that fits the lock of everyone's heart When surfing the net, I found a great poem about PALESTINE the sad land Tears of blood Sometimes tears have to drop But too many tears turn into blood Oh Palestine my ancestors’ land Your earth has turned into red-colored sand In it you have buried so many boys Innocent, young still playing with toys But their little hearts have turned into men So fast before they had a chance to begin A life like other men with family and kin Born into their own country they face persecution And live their lives full of confusion Oh little boy playing with sand Shot dead from snipers in your own land Mother’s tears fall like razor sharp Penetrating down deep with permanent scars Oh world wake up his mother screams Another atrocity with holocaust fears Peace has been written in Rainbow colors And doves are praying for all the mothers Do not cry, dear, this much You are great How much is a small Why killed him That he is innocent Killed our children and our elders are still being thirst for blood