War For Greater Israel Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the dust of ancient lands,
where stories of old still whisper,
a map unfolds,
lines stretching like tendrils of a dream,
calling for a past,
colored in shades of longing.

Fingers trace the borders,
each boundary drenched in history,
a patchwork of faiths and fears,
as shadows dance under a blazing sun,
where soil remembers footsteps—
warriors and wanderers,
settlers and seekers,
coming to claim what was never theirs,
or perhaps always was.

Children play in the streets,
their laughter bright against the backdrop of sorrow,
innocence unaware of the weight above,
the clouds of conflict gathering,
wrapping all in gray,
while elders recount stories,
not whispered as myths,
but shouted as truths—
the land, the promise,
the hope encased in stone and sand.

For who decides, who takes, who keeps?
A tapestry woven with pain,
the threads of desire tangled in dreams,
as nations rise and crumble,
voices rise louder,
each claiming the right
to their tiny slice of earth.

From the echoes of the shofar,
to the cries of mourning,
from olive trees draped in ripe fruit,
to the rubble of homes long last,
the heart beats like a war drum,
drawn together, then torn apart,
lost in the question—
who is truly home?

War for greater Israel—
a vast canvas brushed with blood,
painted in desolation and hope,
each stroke a story,
each splash a life altered,
where dreams collide,
and wake the ghosts of ancestors long gone.

Can a promise really hold?
Can a map dream beyond borders?
In this world of divided lands,
where every stone tells a tale,
may we learn to listen,
to the silence after the storms,
to the peace that haunts like a soft breath,
reminding us,
we are all just seekers of light
in a landscape brimming with shadows,
all yearning for a piece of belonging,
in the heart of a good earth.