palestine
The desert speaks
shrouds wail
floating across the expanse
from the Valley of Jezreel, to the waters of Sharem el Shech
billions of tiny granules
cloud up in anger.
Six million dead souls
whisper through lidless graves
awakened from their mournful slumber
unwilling recruits to the justification for murder.
Foreign-made tanks rumble through Sinai
blasting quiet dunes.
Rugged tears drip down the cheeks
of the Colossal Images
weeping for naked children
guarding exposed doorways.
The Almighty speaks,
“ Come with me, into the light of the eternal cosmos”
We ascend
cry
beat our chests
beg forgiveness
pray for tolerance
admit sin
for the ground upon which we stand is holy ground.