They lay there ahead us our possible paths <br />some star-eyed and lazy some frightened and lost <br />a warning to anyone still in command <br />of their possible future to lay bare <br />Palestine line, the poppies entwine <br />With UN trucks lying in wait for the next crime <br />Do you remember the past? Now it’s too much too fast <br />Can’t we see? The day’s coming closer <br /> <br />Hamas rules the Bank and nearly has a <br />Complete influence on the Strip at Gaza <br />Her cold eyes imploring the men in their acts <br />for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs <br />Stepping up boldly one threw his left shoe <br />The crew countered swiftly with justice due <br />Do you remember the blast? Was not the first or last <br />Can’t we see? The day’s coming closer <br /> <br />By the cold and religious we were taken in hand <br />Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad <br />Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray <br />Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay <br />Strung out behind us the conflicts and sides <br />And the stink of Hezbollah lies low where it hides <br />The sanctified promises fell through the crags <br />And our possible paths lie in tatters and rags <br /> <br />Don’t you foresee the vast <br />Numbers surrender past <br />A killing spree? The day’s coming closer<br /><br />Mason Maestro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sanctity-strip/
