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
The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
Relaxed, refreshed
by a buoyant spring day
Buds, blossoms, blooms give way
to bombs, to bombardments
far, far away
The Sabbath has descended on the Holy Land
Seven million Jews ‘midst a miracle in sand
Tonight all look to the sky
to spot missiles aimed at the heart of God’s eye
Ancient stone and mortar,
walls crumbling with careless time,
the sun in the sky
somehow looks older here,
and the moon,
seemingly always full,
shines brighter.
I can feel an energy
like sweet incense,
easing my soul.
I close my eyes
and feel his touch,
I feel his oils drip
and slide down
the side of my face,
mixed with sweat
and tears of joy,
I am anointed.
All my troubles abate,
I am free,
I have, at last
truly reached
The Holy Land.
Alas, all too soon
I am awakened,
By very real street noise.
I am in the same bed I rise from
Every day,
I see the same
old drab walls,
and hear the same old
rattling radiator,
nothing has changed
except the hole within me
has been filled.
Violence in the streets
Mankind seeks democracy
Cyberspace is KING!
Mubarak refused
To step down as President,
Uprise, Heaven Sent.....
The future is clear,
Blood will spill and Armies fall,
Cyberspace rules all ...
As Plan B unfolds,
The Whole World Is Watching You
Go Forth, See this through...
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