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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
