But, now, I hear no songs; proclaim the holy birth; no praises sing to God the King; there is no peace on earth! Beyond the town, the Wall surrounds; the people bound within; The soldiers cry and curse the sky..
By William A. Cook
Special to Palestine Chronicle.com
Oh, little town of Bethlehem,
How strange you seem tonight!
Above the dark foreboding sky,
The stars now hide their light,
The streets below dare not show
The everlasting light.
What hopes and fears are mingled here,
In dread, this sacred night?
Oh, Christ was born of Mary
So many years ago,
While mortals sang of peace on earth
On lonely hills below.
But, now, I hear no songs
Proclaim the holy birth;
No praises sing to God the King,
There is no peace on earth!