Grindstone
The
winter of emotions is the depths of misfit
The
Middle-East’s a cauldron constantly under its own threat
Look
around and see the deranged soliloquies
Common
sense something that blows out to see
Steeped
in religion and the yoke of ancient tradition
Mindset
of the metaphysically confused dealing with modern ambition
Temperaments
of the irrational, it’s seminal
A sense
of humor’s viewed as a racket and a feud
What’s
this face mask that frowns in subterfuge?
Like the
desert sands that blow and swirl like a natural centrifuge
Never be
fooled it’s merely inscrutable
My eyes’
tendency to be weak and vulnerable like a Western dirigible
But thru’
my confusion I witness light in the midst
Is a
country like Israel
a mirage in the desert?
For
freedom punches like a battering ram
A slither
of Land with tough attitude and an outstretched hand
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