I Am a Green Olive Tree
The shedding of blood
I detest with all my being
The sight of blood sickening
to my bones
The smell of blood dreadful
as death itself
But I stretch my arms
as a green olive tree
I desire justice, peace and equity
not vengeance
For vengeance belongs not to me
But to the Almighty God
who has the prerogative
As for me I remain
a green olive tree
With out an outstretched arms
beckoning to all.
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