The Holy Land

The Holy Land neath hammer blows -

           is this what Jesus prophesied:

when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes

           the sightless see a suicide;

when thousands fall like dominoes

           the blind deny it’s homicide;

when women fry in thermal throes

           the gents reject it’s femicide

when rockets slaughter embryos 

           the fools forget it’s feticide 

when children die and decompose

           the dullards doubt infanticide;

when bodies burn with afterglows

           no one concedes it’s genocide.

Whichever way the west wind blows

           leaves morals dangling, crucified…