Jerusalem

A missile shall never reach God
no matter how much hatred
is stored inside
Rock and dirt
fig and cloth
blood and bone
painted red

Real estate upon a map
coveted land,forever stained
by the blood of man
soldiers and diplomats
women and children
man and beast
time and forever sand

Within tall walls a sacred place
besieged once more,as in old
Jerusalem
wise words are spoken
an olive branch is broken
ideologies are shrinking borders
God help them