All Roads Lead To the Holy Land
Hundreds of years would pass by,
and still the battles raged.
Arab and Palestinian enemies,
new wars would now be waged.
The land of milk and honey,
where riches do abound.
Is where you can always find,
some army hanging round.
What man doesn't understand,
he tries to take by force.
What he doesn't like it seems,
he tries to change its course.
Internal struggles abound,
of who owns what and when.
To the death it seems to be,
their religion they will defend.
Of the Jews they suffer still,
persecution and so much woe.
No matter where in this world,
they ever choose to go.
Not one small piece of land,
are they allowed to own.
With the creation of Israel,
hatreds seeds were planted and sown.
Add in the Iranians,
and all those from Iraq.
Sprinkle in Afghanistan,
and we have today's rather sad fact.
The fight lives on and on,
until all are in their grave
Or one to the other themselves
will soon become enslaved.
So now we've come full circle,
with the crusaders trying to defend.
The rights of one religion and race,
now on them have come to depend.
There has to be hypocrisy there,
or have we learned the lesson well.
Did history teach us the truth,
only time will too soon tell.
Or is it just the same old game,
as Peter and Adolf will attest.
Is oil the riches that we seek,
again to feather our own nest.
The truth is hard to find,
and even harder to discern.
For man's power and greed,
inside our souls does burn.
Under the guise of religion
or protection of our homes.
There are way too many buried,
as we climb upon their bones.
Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2007
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