Across the wall, the grief and anger grow
Neither side will benefit from war.
The water stolen and the olives mown
Sewage into deep blue seas now flows
What are we,inhuman, what’s this for?
Across the wall, the grief and anger grow
Where prophets spoke to El and what they saw.
The holy writing, do not let them tear
Though water’s stolen and olive trees are bowed
One mirror with two faces in its maw
The sin of Cain,oh holy land debarred.
Within the wall, the grief and anger groan
Here are the relics and the stones unthroned
How will these human peoples ,brothers,fare
The water stolen,olive trees alone?
Around us lie the bodies broken, sore
Did we hope to entertain God’s whores?
Into the wall, the grief and anger melt
The water dries up and the olives wilt
