An Oasis of Heart

 

     Are they born there God?

Are they born with my tears?

What about you?

Are you happy with my sorrow?

Do you feel  - cherubs be

A waste of  our strength?

 

     Be I strong to witness the child

Of Hamas hung in your faith?

Be I strong to encapsulate

     A child of Mossad;

Do I bring her to The Red Sea?

 

     What choices Reign

Where princes once walked?

What prince reigns - now

In a world owning only

Robes of blood?

 

     What choice, my tears -

What freedoms remain,

What democracies

Do you talk of,  when

The Jew and the Arab

Exclaim in missiles,

      Grenades,

      Bullets of fast moving corpses -

     All Shouting;

All shouting  your name?

 

2.

 

      Their eyes are dark,

Their hair; matted with

Remnants of grit from

The houses now bombed,

And God,

     You declare me weak

For the heart that is thrown?

 

3.

 

     ‘Thrown by a world where -

From the missile strikes;

Be the soul of the children –

Born without choice,

Born without logic of

Benevolent Gods,

Born only to die young

At humanity’s cost,

Born robbed of innocence

For political gain;

Born three years old,

Beheaded and maimed!

 

4.

 

     Yet we know!

We know in our spirit that defies

Your scorn, each child of Mossad,

Each born to Hamas,

Can play with each and at

One with themselves,

     And it’s a place

Where the World seeks

Only the love each cherub

Holds,

     A land of equals sharing

Each other’s home,

 

     A choice if you will,

A choice the willing

Of love be prepared to make,

A choice - the dead children

‘could grant’ -

You killed in haste!

 

5.

 

     Returning the evil back,

Back to a time where

Virtue battled deceptions of doubt,

Where lands had no name,

And friend creates foe – knowing

Only insincerities of hate;

Be the man and the woman

With the child before them,

Nurturing love not deceit,

Nor deities of power by

Men who are weak.

 

Michael J Waite 31st  July 2015.