Night Sweats

There was a child limp on the pavement

Like a ragdoll in the rubble there

I want to reach through this vignette

to pet the softness of his hair

He was a child, man, just a child

I can almost hear him laughing now

I would give ten years at least of mine

If it bring him back somehow

I saw him on the TV, through a smokescreen

He was a prop on CNN

Might've never seen him if I'm honest

If I saw that clip again

When I start to get the night sweats, my forehead wet

With the stress of that memory

I hardly can recall it now

But my body measures it for me

The muscles still remember

What we saw when we were young

Honey, wherever we're going

We'll take where we come from

And I see him when I'm sleeping

But his face is like my son's

Under Palestinian wreckage

Dust and shrapnel in his lungs

Oh my God, what have we done?

What have we done?