Beyond the river, of broken dreams, the mountain of
sorrow climbs high,
Above the wreckage, of brutal wars, where countless
people have died.
Sadness borne, from North, East, and West, from the
Jordan to the sea,
From the Mesopotamian Garden of Eden to the Garden of
Gethsemane.
And Lebanon’s Garden of Paradise, all unspoiled, until
the passing of man,
The clash of ancient cultures, and religions,
inhabiting the land of Canaan.
Conquered by Rome, casting captives into the arena,
utterly spine chilling,
Nomadic tribes, and invading hoards, passing through,
pillaging, and killing.
The people sacrificed to gods, of different names, and
gruesome crucifixions,
Beings bound to live in bondage, and in slavery, under
Profits predictions.
The medieval crusades, thousands put to the sword,
with many more dead,
Pushing back pagans, and retaking the Holy Land, where
Islam had spread
So much suffering and death, that has swept across the
globe, distressed,
Each spark of hatred, creating fires that consume,
burning the oppressed.
Evangelical followers, of all religions preaching,
pitted against each other,
Mankind divided, into festering political mistrust,
brother fighting brother.
Empires flourishing, only to be engulfed in greed,
destroying other nations,
People living in abject poverty, long suffering,
looking to hope for salvation.
With the stack of misery forever growing, into an ugly
mountain of bones.
Each garden of Eden planted, in time destroyed, turned
to ruin and stones.
Whilst the people who remain, are left arguing, about
which ideology is best,
A poignant sign, over the Mediterranean, the sun
setting red in the West.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (April 2024)
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