The Altar of Pride
When war jets go screaming by,
bombed-out homes morph into tombs.
And as fire ignites the sky,
scared souls cringe in basement rooms.
As loved ones pray for lost souls,
broken hearts shatter like glass.
And anger's smoldering coals
are fanned by the cost of gas.
Retracing steps prophets trod;
only leads to their shared fate.
For blood stains the hands of God;
when His name sanctifies hate.
There is no peace found with age
when belief divides each side.
For young and old heap their rage
upon the altar of pride.
Martyrs once traversed these sands,
preaching love with their last breath.
Yet, some say God understands
when they link His name to death.
Jews, Christians, and Muslims share
the one same God up above.
And yet, each believes they're
more deserving of His love.
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