The earth – from th’western bank to th’westmost shore;
beneath the weeping of the olive tree;
mixed with the rubble of the crimes of ‘war’;
upon the bodies of the killing spree –
sits soaked with th’trauma-harrowed, endless tears
burst forth for th’people ‘n the land beloved
from eyes left living, forevermore seared
by th’sight of shrouds caked in their children’s blood.
An evil regime, thinking they can steal
what land they please, gleefully giving chase
to those they prey on with a racist zeal…
The ‘Chosen People’ or the ‘Master Race’?
Condemned by th’Jewish people it betrays,
it will do evil so long as it stays.
Image credit – Baldwin
william altoft 