Our Neighbours

In the darkness of the Ramallah night there is a light An ember of hope, as the world is lowly and begins To see that suffering is not one sided. There is fear on both sides of the eyesore walls one For losing what they have acquired, the other for losing The little they have left. The victors are sensing they are Prisoners too and might be on the wrongs side of The walls as they sink into the ennui of misplaced hubris Semitic people they are both Moslems, Christians, and Jews, not fundamentalist in the rising tide of intolerance Both sides in the world of chaos can find common ground, They share the same culture, relatives lost in history. May they overcome strife and find neighbourly peace as The wind blows bitter dust in the Persian gulf.