Israel is real,
and really is of late,
bus parts, and shrapnel,
bits of bone, and brain.
A young girls eye caught in
the limbs of a olive trees stares at
the nothing her life has become.
Gore is elected here to rule the madness.
Babies are roasted in a mother's arms
while dining in their home.
The wailing wall is so loud
that it seems as if even
I can hear it just outside my window
It screams from the lines that head my day.
It's real Israel is, but then so is Palestine,
and it would be no problem if it was Palace-time,
or if they lived in palaces on the Gaza strip,
but mostly they live in strips of bloodstained gauze
many are sleeping in tents,
or tin and cardboard 1 bedrooms.
Fists strike at the air,
then the air strikes, strike back.
Lebanon is no longer the bologna, I loved as a kid,
it is raw meat staining the streets.
Cars disintegrate, some Hezbollah,
and ha mas die, but bumpers also remove
the legs of a six year old
Hood ornaments blind a grandma
and a tire rim sails in thirty
pieces of silver to reduce
three toddlers to a bloody mist.
Six last week, eight today, nine last month,
over 500 in the latest attacks. How many more tomorrow?
Sadly enough the bush that offers
a peace settlement is not a burning bush.
Moses led the Jewish people here, but not to
absorb lead.
God is silent, speechless at men's freewill,
the same freewill that butchered over six million,
and Allah hangs his head in shame at
the uselessness of martyrs to madness.
They most likely will never reach his feet to be
granted the wisdom and rewards they so sorely lacked on Earth.
They will simply continue to incinerate
in the blasts furnaces of their own making.
Solomon would have split the land in two,
and they could have occupied those territories,
making babies singing, dancing and laughing.
Instead they carry coffins, and beat their chests, and wail.
What beast is this that slinks toward Jerusalem,
and in it's Arm a Geddon that will slay
all who defy God's commands.
Entire cities will fall like Jericho,
and the waters will turn to blood.
All the petty squabbles,
that turn to endless bloodshed,
will be just a minuscule droplet,
against the massive tides of God's wrath.
When those last days fall remember
it may not be your faith that will save you,
because it is your faith
that is killing you now.*
