Holy Land Poems - Poems about 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...

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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 ...

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One day after Earth Day…thinking about what Earth Day is celebrated for… I’m also thinking about all the children on opposite sides of a war Thinking of all the horrors on this Earth with which they must contend I imagine, one of the things they have in common is they all pray for war to end. How their parents...

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Relaxed, refreshed by a buoyant spring day Buds, blossoms, blooms give way to bombs, to bombardments far, far away ...

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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 ...

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POEM: Welcome to Palestine. The land of the prophets and the martyrs. Let’s show show some respect, and bow down in humility… Gaza may be small, but their angels are all over and as far as the eye can see.. Saying Herod, Nimrod, and Pharoah are saints. How can this be? Believe me, They were barbaric tyrants,...

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Wherever I stand, It will be my holy land! Wherever I stand, It will be my holy land, Listen to what I say, And read my lips Friend! The world has dramatically changed, And became difficult to re-fix or amend! The world of double B, Bush and Blair, The just, the right became wrong and unfair, But who would question it now or care? This reminds...

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Would you crusade to remote regions in search of that timeless tomb, the one made of seasalt & sandstone, to towns tempered by the terror of war, windswept with worry, Do prayer calls of the Jihadist singe the comfort breathing in your books of traditions, could the Koran summon an instinct of journey in the feet of your hopes, perhaps...

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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...

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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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two side's have been fighting for thousands of years both believe god decides the victor of every battle over the years both sides keep winning (if such a thing can be done) if so god wants them both to win...

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Hundreds of years would pass by, and still the battles raged. Arab and Palestinian enemies, new wars would now be waged. The land of milk and honey, where riches do abound. Is where you can always find, some army hanging round. What man doesn't understand, he tries to take by force. What he doesn't like...

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