Bloody Middle East Poem by Ima Ryma

When the Middle East knows real peace,
Hell is frozen over for real.
Religious war will never cease.
New fights the old battles with zeal.
Outsiders from the western world
Cut up the Middle East in vain.
Dictatorships for a while hurled
Forced obeyance by fear and pain.
Then revolution rose in time.
Spilt blood is the means to no end.
And war declared that peace be crime.
The calls for peace are just pretend.

What happens in the Middle East,
Peace will happen the very least.