Jesus In Hebron Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

I saw Jesus walking the dark streets of death,
Spreading butterflies over the cold corpses,
Calling for the sun to shine again
To bury the dead with its light.

I saw him kissing the children on the cheeks
leaving a paradisal scent over each spot
From which blood and tears gush out.

I saw Jesus whispering a song in the ears
of the breeze to wake the children up,
drawing, for them in the air swings
and paper kites that kiss the moon gently
and invite the children to play with Jesus.