Looks like the chosen people are on the march again,
not much has changed since persecution began to rain;
what happened to the promised land, was that Palestine?
It took a few paragliders to shake a candelabra sign.
Jesus drove them out of the temple, never on sunday,
who would he drive now, maybe you or me they might say;
do you know your history, no one's interested anymore,
we'll check to see if you've been cicumcised - what for?
We'll check to see what side you're on, even then dead,
five thousand still managed, to get their daily bread;
some are more concerned that we're not smoking in war,
rather than having concerns for delivering God's law.
Some may have a few things to answer for without love,
ironically, miuch of that may be answerable from above.
The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flew
to southern Israel to predate on soft targets.
Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew.
Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud.
Hate made their embittered hearts to mercy forget.
Abductions followed, having to terror avowed.
Then came the IDF's genocidal intent,
having intended global laws to circumvent;
Children, women, all consumed by mighty vengeance.
A disproportionate response beyond balance.
Homes, hospitals, Mosques, Churches and schools are levelled,
as Gaza is by torrents of bombs bedeviled.
I do not with a livid Israel sympathize,
nor do I with a besieged Gaza empathize.
With humanity I have my affinity,
for my deep love for it, tends to infinity.
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