Palestine, Jerusalem
the home of the Abrahamic faiths,
the center of the world.
For centuries, Jerusalem stood like a trophy
for the descendants of Ishaq and Ismaeel,
though the Prophets—
Ibrahim, Ismaeel, Ishaq—
never taught hatred to one another.
Yet their descendants
fight over Jerusalem
with blood,
with tears,
with lives.
Empires come and go in Jerusalem.
The center of the world.
The heart of humanity.
The battlefield of man.
Jerusalem is a mirror—
of how the Creator orchestrates creation,
of how constant struggle is expected,
of how the world is meant to be.
A board of struggle,
not a home to stay.
Jerusalem has no owner,
only temporary holders—
holders of a key,
the key to Jerusalem.
When the drums of victory
are heard in Jerusalem,
the drums of war
are already beating
in the hearts of the defeated,
waiting for the next war
to begin.
Jerusalem—
the battlefield of man,
the eater of empires,
the trophy of warriors,
the tears of the defeated,
the joy of victory,
the mirror of all that is temporary.
