Welcome To Sheol Poem by John F. McCullagh

The smoking wreckage is where once stood
our humble family home.
I am the sole survivor.
Everyone else is gone.

As I wander through the ruins,
I spy a little shoe.
It is the only thing remaining
of my brother who was Two.

My family has been murdered,
byyour mutual hate.
When slaughter is indiscriminate
Peace will come too late

The holy land? What holy land?
From the river to the sea
This has become the bloody land
And I'm another refugee.

Though genetically indistinguishable;
Semites one and all.
Ismael will murder Isaac
Or Ismael himself must fall.