Friday, March 23, 2007

Signs

Signs
The natural branch is back,
Although blinded by His Act;
Mistrusted and maligned
By many western sects;
A democratic island
In a sea of swords,
Surrounded by distant cousins,
Hated by Islamic hordes:
An eye sore
On Mohammed's shore.
The Star raised in Forty-eight,
Was thought to be
An impossible chore,
But what was to follow:
Has become
A billion bitter pills to swallow.

Europe listens to the speeches
That are made to the West,
But wise men hear what's said
To those that protest
In the language they possess;
Never ignoring the blood curdling
That atrocity is encouraging.
Israel's decision
To surrender the land,
Proved the true heart's desire
Of the Palestinian band:
Through evil endeavors,
They spoiled the peaceful plan.

Monarchs and dictators
Come together to collaborate,
Whipping up the flames
Of hatred and discontent,
Deflecting attention away
From their own tent.
Jihad brings world wide sorrow,
Killing thousands in an hour,
And in the twinkling of an eye,
The world turned sour,
As suicidal terrorist attacks,
Initiate national identifying pacts.

Afghanistan was bombarded,
Al Quaeda became disheartened,
The Talaban brokenhearted,
And Iraq may be parted.
North Korea has pulled
The nuclear pin,
And Iran's heart is full of sin.
We are approaching the end
Of the principle of MAD,
And terrorists seek WMD
To do us bad.
So what remains to be seen:
If the world powers that be,
Can live under a new paradigm,
Yet to be achieved?