Israel, you cradle of ancient strife,
Where peace seems lost to the edge of the knife.
A land where olive trees wither and fall,
Their roots drenched in blood, heed the heavens' call.

The earth cries out beneath a crimson sky,
Where innocent tears and laments never dry.
"War begets war," the sages once did tell,
But wisdom is drowned by the sounds of shell.

A place where the dove’s wings are clipped by force,
Where justice lies slain, and there is no recourse.
"An eye for an eye," the old proverb is spun,
Yet blind are the many, while sight rests in one.

The fields are tilled with the bones of the slain,
Each ploughshare, now sword, spreads nothing but pain.
For what is a land without peace to abide,
When even the holy turns violent inside?

The walls they have built stand tall and severe,
But none can contain the depth of our fear.
"Those who live by the sword, by it shall fall,"
But heed they do not, for greed claims them all.

The children who play under skies of red,
Dream not of a future, but fear what’s ahead.
"They sow the wind, and shall reap the whirlwind,"
As mothers hold broken hearts to the wind.

Where prophets once walked, now warriors tread,
Bringing darkness where light was once spread.
"For peace will come only when hearts are at rest,"
But hatred persists, denying the quest.

Tears that fall are as salt to the sea,
Each drop a testament to what could not be.
"In the midst of war, truth is the first to die,"
Yet who dares to speak, beneath this darkened sky?

Brutality reigns, cloaked in defence,
While the world turns away, devoid of sense.
"The sword devours, till none are left whole,"
How far we've strayed from the path of the soul.

In the valley where the prophets once wept,
The lessons of old are no longer kept.
"The meek shall inherit," the words once were said,
Yet the cries of the weak are drowned by the dead.

Each stone that is thrown bears the weight of a past,
Where peace was a dream that could never last.
"Better a dry crust with peace in hand,"
Than feasts of sorrow that poison the land.

Nations rise, with banners unfurled,
And claim to seek peace while destroying the world.
"As iron sharpens iron," so do they fight,
Yet darkness prevails in the absence of light.

From Gaza to Galilee, the cries resound,
Of promises broken, of lost holy ground.
"Brutality wears a mask of defence,"
But violence begets only consequences.

The Temple Mount stands tall in the night,
A symbol of struggle, not of pure light.
"Do unto others," forgotten, it seems,
As hatred pours forth and shatters all dreams.

What justice can stand when blood flows as rain?
What peace can be found in the midst of such pain?
"The wicked flee, though none pursue,"
Yet the cries of the innocent haunt the few.

The stars in the heavens weep for the land,
Their light dimmed by a ruthless hand.
"Where there’s no vision, the people perish,"
But their dreams of peace, they still hold and cherish.

For even in darkness, hope must remain,
To counter the horrors, to ease the pain.
"Better a little righteousness than great wealth with injustice,"
A truth so profound, yet drowned in malice.

Oh Israel, the cradle of so much despair,
Is there no one to speak, no one to care?
"Bravery and folly are cut from the same cloth,"
But wisdom's light is dimmed by greed and wrath.

May peace descend like the softest dove,
May hearts find grace, may hands build with love.
"For as water reflects the face, so does the heart,"
A world at war needs peace to start.

Until the day when swords turn to plows,
When hatred is gone, and humanity vows:
"Blessed are the peacemakers," the scriptures say,
May that blessed day not be far away.

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