A
poem for the Jewish holiday of Purim about the need to share the Holy Land:
Purified of Arabs or
of Jews,
Until the phantoms fade, the land will scream,
Remembering the slaughter of the dream,
In which dark deeds that only madmen choose
Made room for those no blessing could redeem.
©
by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Don’t
Look Inside. By Biz Baz Studio. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI
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