The Holy Land
The land is soaked in blood and tears
the hate is very old
Like all the ancient stories
in the Holy Bible told
Each vows to kill the other
asks their God to make it so
Their vengeance masked as prayers
consume the Holy Land of woe
No leaders can convince them
their hate like a disease
There is no cure for this old plague
which blows with every breeze
Copyright © Samia Ali Salama | Year Posted 2025
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