A Babe Is Born in Kandahar
A babe is born in Kandahar
In the tent a midwife brings her know-how
Done! The sweating mother on her elbows now
takes the child; overhead the brilliant star.
A babe is born in the province of Darfur
Soon may perish by machete
No living being is deemed to petty
For sacrifice; no family too poor.
A babe is born again in Palestine
But fear pervades the place of birth
No angels here no shepherds’ mirth
So easily sudden death can cross the line.
Each birth’s a breaking open of a future hope
A hidden power, a possibility to finally cope.