It is a tragic story of the holy land,
Bleeding lives, peace is dead.
Holiness bombed by human's hand,
Conscience is oblivious on the death bed.
Amongst the sufferers, two are main,
One with Quran, the other with Bible.
Calling out for mercy in excruciating pain,
Begging for humanity's survival.
Wounded heavily,cries for harmony.
Unheard, unfelt amidst war's cacophony.
With weary souls, holding each other,
Down they crawl.
As inhuman mankind is busy
Defining boundaries, and building wall.
With mournful heart and teary eyes,
With trembling hand, and sorrow sigh,
They turned the pages of their book.
Every page, every single verse they looked.
Wondering in anguish, where did they go wrong!
Each verse preached love and peace,
Then why destruction and land boring deceased?
Alas, humans' ignorance is too strong.
They decided not to stay,
As humans have gone astray.
Crucified by the fight, pitying the plight,
They left the promised land,
Holding each other's hand.
Mosque is there, Temple is there.
But the LIGHT is gone.
Sapiens still quarreling over their share.
Darkness all around, doomsday set to dawn.
Merciless acts in the name of most merciful.
Brutal attacks in the name of benevolent.
The holy city of God battles vanity
As dark clouds of Irony rains insanity.