Palestine

Red, black, white and green

A flag upon the cross

A people made to suffer for anothers tragic loss

Another sacrificial lamb

nailed up to ease our sins

The guilt we feel for horrors past ties hands when it begins

The olive groves are stained with blood,

and tear gas taints the air,

whilst children armed with slings and stones fight a world that doesn't care

A world that stands there silent,

with lips sealed with threads of guilt,

as generations are raised inside a prison we watched built

Two wrongs will never make a right,

it's an ageless lesson taught,

yet matches struck by blackened hand set aflame this war thats fought

When do we say the lines been crossed,

sympathy turned to condemnation,

for fear thats turned to righteous hate fuels this violent consecration

And for those that point with fingers clean,

and talk of defence and settlers rights,

should a rapist be surprised or shocked by the fact that their victim fights ?