Sanctity Strip Poem by Mason Maestro

They lay there ahead us our possible paths
some star-eyed and lazy some frightened and lost
a warning to anyone still in command
of their possible future to lay bare
Palestine line, the poppies entwine
With UN trucks lying in wait for the next crime
Do you remember the past? Now it’s too much too fast
Can’t we see? The day’s coming closer

Hamas rules the Bank and nearly has a
Complete influence on the Strip at Gaza
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their acts
for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one threw his left shoe
The crew countered swiftly with justice due
Do you remember the blast? Was not the first or last
Can’t we see? The day’s coming closer

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
Strung out behind us the conflicts and sides
And the stink of Hezbollah lies low where it hides
The sanctified promises fell through the crags
And our possible paths lie in tatters and rags

Don’t you foresee the vast
Numbers surrender past
A killing spree? The day’s coming closer