A poem for Israel and Palestine!
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After the blood dried and the tears fell,
After the cries drowned and the children stopped playing,
Will you take away their pain,
Can words heal the gaping wound,
Would the smiles return on those little souls,
And can the world build around its chaos?
I shouted the loudest 'let my people be'
I argued the most, that you are innocent,
But now, my heart breaks at the irony,
My lips wail for my love for you,
Israel, my heart is broken,
Israel you were the righteous,
And when you feel betrayed like I am now,
Hopefully your heart will open to the possibilities around you.
Love, Peace and holding hands,
Israel and Palestine, the Holy-Land,
The temple of the future, as Solomon's fell,
The womb of destruction, birthed two different generations,
Now one tugs and the other pulls,
The struggle for being and to be heard,
The slogans slurred, people marched, armies bloodied,
One the enemy and the other the one the favoured,
Cane and Abel, history repeats, remorse course through your veins,
The parent watches, hoping the one left behind will mend their ways,
Many Abels have died, yet when will Cane realise he is equally loved,
An eye for an eye, lead you nowhere,
Love your neighbour, forgiveness will pave a new way!
Heal my darling, don't keep in that dam of hurt,
The bad guys are gone, you are strong,
Stop oh chosen people, stop your wailing, for the monsters can't hurt you anymore,
A new dawn is upon us,
embrace your enemies, you can do that now,
You are not that small child walking to the killing chambers,
Halt your fear, now stop that fire,
Before it engulfs you from within and the ones near you.
Israel and Palestine, please don't go, don't go to a place from where you have no return,
Stop that shelling, don't kill because you can,
God has a plan, He created you both,
Three eyes of the creator, ever adored,
Change the path, it is never too late,
Change a tomorrow, even if yesterday is gone.
Rest a little, its time to stop dwelling,
Put that anger down, and help the ones who hurled a stone,
They feel betrayed too, as they had once welcomed you,
Its time to Bury the hatchet, and hang up the guns,
It is time to plant some seeds of trust,
And Let the killing fields bear the flowers of promise.
- Dedicated to Choosing Love in times of War.
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copyright 2021 crispsummers
