Palestine
PALESTINE
Why do we still hold our own friends supreme?
Why do we look with distaste
At a people whose only crime is to be
Of a different religion and race?
Why do we turn off the news when it matters?
Why do we let it persist?
This turmoil and terror, This incessant horror
Of people who can’t co-exist?
Yet they can. If you go there.
See Muslims, Jews, Christians
Living together in peace.
So why does it linger,
This critical finger
That points to a war that won’t cease?
Is it our faith?
Is it our colour?
Is it a matter of race?
For humanity’s sake,
Give me a break.
Let people share the same space.
There are rights.
There are wrongs.
On both of the sides
Of this conflict of history’s creation.
It is not we don’t care.
It is just that we stare
Unknowing.
Un caring.
Un human.
Jerusalem longs to be left in peace.
A place of faiths and of fears.
Where solutions aren’t found,
They aren’t sought on the ground…
They are teased into conflict’s frontiers
From the best that man seeks,
We’ve created techniques
For destroying the prospect of hope.
So a child that is born
In Palestine’s dawn
Lives forever society’s trope.
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