Poppies For Palestine

A wish made into a dream Peace, peace, I hope one day will be seen. Poppies for Palestine Wounds dressed with iodine. Coming after bullet traps and snares Let them grow from desert hearts and tears. Poppies for Palestine Swaying in the sunshine Let them dance cheerily in the breeze. With a colony of worker honeybees Let them self-perpetuate. On a cloudless day, we all anticipate Let them sear our tearful eyes. With petals falling and rising like butterflies Only to bloom again on their journey Over this horizon, someplace otherworldly. A wish made into a dream Peace, peace, I hope one day will be seen. Poppies for Palestine Wounds dressed with stinging iodine.