Bethlehem

To exist is to resist
as we're pushed in to this world
bright blue blood bathed
slapped by nurse
protest scream as air floods lungs first time.

To exist is to resist
as we're kicked and beaten down
by dear old friend of sleepy somber town
carefree world now ruled by fist held high
we fall to knee in holy bow

TO EXIST WE MUST RESIST
till last injustice turns, falters, topples down
till side by side we kiss
old barren brown holy ground
till final breath escapes and mingles with swirling sand...