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Aug 2014
The smoking wreckage is where once stood
our humble family home.
I am the sole survivor.
Everyone else is gone.

As I wander through the ruins,
I spy a little shoe.
It is the only thing remaining
of my brother who was Two.

My family has been murdered,
by your mutual hate.
When slaughter is indiscriminate
Peace will come too late.

The holy land? What holy land?
From the river to the sea
This has become the ****** land
And I? A refugee.

Though genetically indistinguishable;
Semites one and all.
Ismael will ****** Isaac
Or Ismael himself must fall.
The speaker of "Welcome to Sheol" is not identified as wither Arab or Jew. The reader is free to assign him to one or the other. The reader is also free to decide it makes no difference to the dead.  this is written  based on an Arab friend who refers to Israel as The ****** land"
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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