Olive Trees

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Hush little child
God already knows
Close your beautiful eyes
It's time to rest
You haven't missed a thing
The world is still evil
The world never bats an eye
Unless it's women breathing
They don't care about us
They care about their gold
And the power that comes with
"Where's my baby?"
Screams the mother
It's okay for her to lose
In a battlefield
But not on the surgery table
Though one is helpless
And the other is her choice
Our only crime:
we won't leave the olive trees
Too much men in control
Too tired of fighting their insecurities
So they fight others instead
Too much bloodshed
On a holy land
Soil feeds on hatred
And grows bullets and knives
Earth is no longer safe
All these innocent lives
Are watching you dig up holes
You can sit on round tables
And even these will turn and spin
Even these will turn and spin
They don't care about us
They care about their gold
And the power that comes with
"Where's my baby?"
Screams the mother
It's okay for her to lose
In a battlefield
But not on the surgery table
Though one is helpless
And the other is her choice
Our only crime:
we won't leave the olive trees
Heed the cries of the child
Who's last promise was
To tell God everything