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Wednesday, March 19, 2025

I Cry Me A RIVER OF PAIN

 

I Cry Me A RIVER OF PAIN

An awful day of terror, and mindless slaughter, has created mayhem,

Horrific scenes, of brutal attacks, the world was bound, to condemn.

Those flashbacks to October 7, that awful day, spawning acts to avenge,

Against those, who worship other gods, following the God of Revenge.

That evoked the God of War, God of Slaughter, and the God of Genocide,

I desperately wonder why, the God of Compassion, has been cast aside.

Now the ground is running red, from so many young hearts, unwound,

That bled out, and dried, mixed by desert winds, dust blown bloody brown.

Fertilizing the seeds of misery, where the awful acts of terror were sown,

Treasured lives undone; flesh ripped and torn; marrow from bone, blown.

Making their last stand, Hamas still refuse, to set the poor hostages free,

While the tears of dreadful pain, and eternal grief, flow towards the sea.

Now famine, thousands of infants, caught in the middle, of the madness,

As awful images are flashed around the world, from the sea of sadness.

Netanyahu’s government, resolute to erase, and both sides at loggerhead,

While inside Gaza, the terrorists hide, amidst the dying, and the dead.

Israel has sanctioned, sins it committed, assassinations fervently denied,

As many more innocent lives are taken, adding intensity, to hatreds tide.

Gone the contentious dream, of “The River to the Sea,” so conflict-ridden,

The makeshift missiles, tunnels of terror, the network so carefully hidden.

The son of God, who taught love, to mankind, now tangled in razor wire,

The land of Canaan, deaf to desperate calls, for unconditional ceasefire.

This not, what The League of Nations foresaw, the mandate of Palestine

The hope, a new world would be built, from ruins of old, and set in time.

Nor the United Nations, partition of state, setting Jews and Arabs apart,

For history has shown, riddled with conflict, bound to fail from the start.

I guess, forever damned, divided by everlasting hate, and never to agree,

As we are left, to cry a river of pain, flowing from the “River to the Sea!”

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (April 2024)




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