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by NIDAL Oct 20, 2015
Life, society /
meaning of life
Walking the Roman Roads
Darkened mist uniting the young and old
A scared silence with an eerie wind
A Yamaka embracing a dagger and the story is yet to unfold
I heard the screams, thuds and booms
Shadows melting as cousins bleed in an entwining stream
I felt ambivalent without a care
As I walked between bodies laid in despair
.....We all been here before.
So I walked to the Golden Dome
To a sight of a man picking his own thorns
He stopped me to declare
I am a Christian, Muslim and a Jew
I came to see if the stories I heard are true
I thought the scriptures are crystal clear
Don't kill your brothers and sisters
Cherish the earth and sun with what you hold dear
But all I have seen is hatred and fear
The Earth in Mourning and the sun is a shadow of her peers
I stopped the wise stranger
But could not fight back the bitter tears
Who are you I asked?
A thunderous cloud declares. He is Isa the messiah and his second coming is near.