Over the sandstone wall
where the prophet's tears
were imprint
to cleanses the bloos
...
Will Love Blossom
Over the sandstone wall
where the prophet's tears
were imprint
to cleanses the bloos
today is being spilt; the hope and proud
of a nation,
-wounded by military hatred-
raise to ask peace... Causes and reasons
were lost in time,
a call from their forefront
to reminder
"You, both are
"son of Abraham" Will love germinate
along ancient byways?
Will the wind erase
the terror and dying
which hammers this walls? .