Sons of Abraham
Again again
A requisite revenge
Relentless repetition
Boys sling stones
Bullets as men
Tanks roll again
Rockets’ red glare
Bombs bursting in air
All we comprehend
Misplaced righteousness
Insignificant differences
Again the sin
In brittle scriptures
Daughters of Judea
Your children again
Stirred dust and blood
Crushed again another
Crater – ground between
Ancient mortar and pestle
Surely by now
Isaac Ishmael
You must apprehend
This tragic repetition
