The Holy Land

The Holy Land neath hammer blows -

              is this what Jesus prophesied:

when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes

              the sightless see a suicide;

when thousands fall like dominoes

              the blind deny it’s homicide;

when women fry in thermal throes

              the gents reject it’s femicide

when rockets slaughter embryos

              the fools forget it’s feticide

when children die and decompose

              the dullards doubt infanticide;

when bodies burn with afterglows

              no one concedes it’s genocide.

Whichever way the west wind blows

              leaves morals dangling, crucified…