Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem Oh, little town of Bethlehem, Surrounded by turmoil. Where Jesus slept, tears now are wept From blood spilling to the soil. Two claiming to be holy, Are still fighting over space. Both feel correct, both lack respect For this sacred, holy place. Oh, little town of Bethlehem, Armed troops now march in ranks. Where Jesus walked and Jesus talked, Those streets are now filled with tanks. Explosions sing their sad song, Another life expires. Where Jesus blessed, they get no rest, For night skies greet the fires. Oh, little town of Bethlehem, Where death pollutes the air. Bullets adorn where Christ was born, And neither seems to care. Like children argue for candy, And who got the bigger piece. You both have fought where Jesus taught. Don't you think that you should cease? Oh, little town of Bethlehem, When will enough suffice? So many dead, the sand's so red Where Jesus paid the price. Can't you see His manger burning? Don't you have a sense of smell? You have disgraced a sacred place, And turned it into Hell! B.G. Wetherby Enchanted Mountain Poems