It can last, twelve centuries,
It would be time to milk the cows,
To sit around a table,
To fly marvellous kites
Above Palestine,
Jerusalem, was long an Egyptian,
Then Canaanite, with Jesus Christ
At last the Israelites came,
Should we believe the Bible? Solomon?
Should we believe David? Where?
I refer to Wikipedia,
Nostradamus here took the throne,
Then the Greeks settled here.
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The History of Jerusalem, my friend
Wasn’t made in a day,
The Romans are renovating the city,
Where the New Testament begins,
but the Jews are stubborn,
Hadrien erected temples
To make the city pagan,
She even lost her name,
The city becomes a Holy City again,
from the seventh century,
Then Arabs settled,
it can last twelve centuries,
It’s time to milk the cows.
I was told Jews were colonists and white
I wondered how to test if that was right
So I looked up genes, a simple approach but bright
Found Jews are at least half Canaanite.
This was found by looking at more than one Neolithic mound.
Bodies, bones, before the Iron age, DNA could be found
I bet my know-it-all debater hadn't thought of looking at that
He looks at debate as throwing me on the mat.
Who belongs in Israel is an ongoing fight
Interestingly, the Arabic speakers are also part Canaanite
But the relationship with Jews is uneasy at best.
Still, there was a way to test.
Europe's prehistory can be tested too
Most residents died, we look for a clue
5000 years ago, some evidence it was disease
Eurasian steppe peoples took over the keys
If you admire Stonehenge, please know
The people who built it had nowhere to go
Most of their descendants were gone by 2000 B.C
No one at fault, seek the truth and be free.
Adoringly, she stares at you,
trusting that you will see her through,
her rescuer from direst straits.
So at your feet, she patient waits.
The master’s children first are fed;
bewildered not by what He said,
she knows her place, but doesn’t care.
She’s certain there’s enough to share.
A Canaanite does thus inspire
the object of her great desire;
In Tyre no less, not synagogues -
great indeed, the faith of dogs…
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musings on Matthew 15:21-28
Dogs of Jezebel
2nd Kings 9:30
Painting your eyes,
arranging your hair.
As if expecting a lover
to climb up your stairs.
It’s not a lover,
but death that climbs.
Calling your name,
for the very last time.
Daughter of Baal,
doesn't your god hear?
You pray for deliverance
from judgment that’s near.
The silence of your idol
leaves you to wonder.
Chariots approach,
on wheels of thunder.
Still defiant,
with no tears or remorse.
From the window of your temple,
you see the main force.
You cursed their God,
his servants put to sword.
This was your sacrifice
for your Canaanite lord.
You taunt your captors,
with jeers of hate.
Not knowing their God
has sealed your fate.
They take you to the window,
throw you to the ground.
Chariots trample flesh and bone,
til silence the only sound.
Dogs appear,
ravenous for man or beast.
How ironic that Jezebel
was queen of this feast.
2017
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