Ancient City
Racked by strife There may not be a wrong nor right Ancestral Land So many years For so long now plagued by fears Fears of fighting Fears of death Fear of what may happen next What will happen? Nay what can? Hope we learn from early men Who saw their world Crumble down It was their cities that were burned to ground An arrogant pursuit of a freedom ill imagined and already had The current state not so bad Sure not perfect But hell, what is? To risk it all's a losing bid Jerusalem 3 religions All vying for a cut When they already have so much! Peaceful but contentious relations are there Why does all the outside world care? City of strife City of spirit In the quiet moments you can almost hear it. Ghosts in the streets Where the dead outnumber the living Their souls awaiting rapture They might be waiting a long time There is no scale for the divine What a city Ancient Stone The tales on which we all have grown Glad to see you Glad to visit Hope time steadies your composite Thankful for my time there I will come again Without fear
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Douglas Karson
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