What did God not give you, in your desert paradise...that you must forsake, your brother's right to have a home...around Jerusalem? The whole world rages, and you hold the match, you Sheikh's of fortune, neath your hidden sands, God placed your treasure there...your city's set, as jewels in star like wonder...on your lands, yet, you are jealous of another's right...to have a place, to stand?
Who are you? Dost thou, think thyself...'the whole'? What did God not give you, in your time...upon his sacred world? This is not God's wish, your God and mine...these things, that are amiss. This is a 'devil' in your midst, and he is HERE as well. Anyone with eyes to see, and ears to hear...and NOT possessed, by him, does know.
Are these the wisdom's of Ishmael, your father? Are these the things, he taught you how to do? Is there some 'breach', because, grandfather Abraham...set you, 'within the waste', and gave you ALL you have? What ails thee, son? What ails thee, there; that your tents are filled with poison, for the sons of men? Let us have a conversation, and bring these ancient hatreds...to an end.
For Earth be needing Peace, to heal her wounds...your figs be needing care, your children, at the water...bathing there...NEED THEIR FATHERS, more than power, or bloody vengeance. We worship ONE God, by many names. The CHIEFS of you, know this. Let there be an end...to grief. Let 'the grievance' cease. Amen.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Dubai, United Arab Emirates, google pic
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