My little visitor from Ram-Allah
He was only five
He came over just for a visit
All the way from Ram-Allah to Liverpool
To experience some "normal" life
Only for a while
Wouldn’t that be cool?
Ashraf was his name
Building houses out of cushions
Then, knocking the houses down
With a bulldozer
Was his favourite game!
Do you think when we go back
Will we find our home… standing
Or will it be destroyed?
Anxiously he’ll ask
There is nothing to worry about
No harm will be done to your lovely home
But they’ve got big bulldozers
Huge and ugly ones
And they’ve got so many, many of them
You’ve never seen them but, I’ve seen them all
Shaking… with tears in his eyes
Turning my head… gazing away…avoiding his sad eyes
Feeling so helpless so ashamed
Nothing left to say!!
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