The very soul
Of the land,
Of the three faiths,
Is Dissipating,
Disintegrating,
Eroding,
Unraveling,
As the stone-hearted, brutal descendants of Holocaust victims
Are bent upon enacting a new Holocaust
With their own hands, arms and planes.
History will remember,
Generations to come will ponder,
The bloodthirsty savages
Entering Jenin,
Raping, pillaging the young mothers,
Annihilating an entire nation,
Raiding, looting homes,
Incarcerating the young,
Leading them unclothed to unknown prisons,
Unceasingly attacking,
Nothing remains sacred,
The Mosque of Umar, Church of Nativity,
Share the same fate.
As besieged families taste the hunger of the starved,
Drink sewage water to quench their growing thirst,
Live by candlelight,
Their cries of hunger, desperation and death
Echo and reverberate to a blind and deaf world.
Yet the courageous persevere,
Stand strong,
Live to fight off the occupiers,
Gaining ground by their firm resolve,
And continue to defend the land of the three faiths.
