O little town of Bethlehem Cards

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1. Ossian says:

   4 December 2008 at 1543

   West Bank carol

   O little town of Bethlehem,
   How still we see thee lie!
   Above your empty ruined streets
   The tracer fire goes by;
   Your refugees in basements wait
   Indefinitely in flight
   From where they fled for many years
   By curfew here tonight.

   For Jibril born of Mariam,
   And gathered up in love,
   While people slept, the soldiers kept
   Their watch from hills above.
   A heavy shell projected sent
   From far to mark the birth
   Blasted all to bits and rent
   A short life from this earth.

   How silently, how silently,
   The wondrous gift inspired!
   No kamikaze, neo-Nazi –
   Professionally fired.
   No ear may hear its coming,
   But in this world of sin,
   Where meek souls will receive it, still
   It blasts their shelters in.

   Where children pure and happy
   Both hate and are reviled,
   Where misery cries out to thee,
   Son of the mother mild;
   Where charity stands watching
   And faith holds wide the door,
   The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
   And Herod comes once more.

   (Ogden Gnash)

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