The land is yours and mine
Over eons and myriad passages of time
Of a truth, and written in the stars; we both belong
Ergo, we can live together and get along
Singing comforting lullabies and joyful songs, for blessed peace, to rule and reign
Thus, banishing deadly blasts and bullets from the Holy terrain
Forsooth. Father Abraham weeps bitter, agonising, tears of blood
To see hatred super-saturate, as a boundless toxic-flood.
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Train our hearts, wisen our minds, open our eyes, attune our ears
To the unfruitful, futile endless war years
We are birds of a feather
Nesting, standing, flying, and falling togeher
Joined together at the hip and wing-tips
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