Song Of Palestine – Condemnation
Do you know against whom I would raise it?
Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.
The tears in the eye; on the cheek; in the palms; on the dress.
I send my Eye along the river of the underworld to breathe my power!
For the dead of conflicts ended long ago before their birth they’ll say “Armistice!”.