Political Zionism Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A shadow falls across the sand,
A nation built on 'borrowed' land.
From distant shores, they came to stay,
And pushed the native folk away.

With promises and ancient lore,
They built a state, and waged a war.
The cries of loss, the endless fight,
A darkness lingers in the light.

The world looks on, with heavy heart,
As peace and justice fall apart.
And questions rise, that have no end,
Can holy words, such acts defend?