Zion!
Oh, my Zion!
Why hast thou forsaken me?
In this hour of desperation
Truth is nailed to a tree
Islam!
Oh, my Islam!
What is a man to do?
To take the water from chapped, bleeding lips
And a body black and blue
Eloi!
Jehovah! Allah! My God!
where is thy compassion now?
that allows the seeds of war and hate
to bear fruit upon barren ground
I have seen too much deprivation
in the eyes of a frightened child
and the gall of false accusations
allowed to spread like wild fire
I have walked upon ancient battlements
where now only flowers bloom
where once the ground was soaked in bloody war
filled with broken screams consumed
I have seen the wasted, burning ground
filled with marching, sandeled feet
and the air filled with the sounds of many wars
of arrows, guns and bombed out streets
I have watched as many precious lives
were simply taken on a whim
and seen the hapless innocents
cut down for their beliefs...
A contest entry
- Political Poetry by fakeport.
600 points, ended May 16, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
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470 points, ended June 6, 2008, 68 entries
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Comments
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Wow, powerful write...
great imagery with stark contrasts and strong voice.
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Great
I really really like this. You're making a very valid, slightly controversial point. And you make it well. There's a couple of areas where the flow isn't perfect, but overall a really good write. Thanks a lot for your entry.
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