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by NIDAL Oct 20, 2015 category : 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.