This soil upon which you stand
Is greater, stronger, than the dust particles
that hang over your bomb blasted skies
marring the arid land
the Arabs once had.
This soil upon which you stand,
is older, richer, than the gouged history
of a war, fought in remembrance
over a promise from a God who has ceased to exist
as Governor of this world.
Why is Adonai relevant when it comes to boundary lines
and reparation rights
But silent in the bullet riddled nights
that cloak the massacres of innocents
housed to the left and right of that elusive green line?
a fabricated promise
on a dual nationality
A land that has ceased to exist.