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Those noxious
xenophobic; fanatics,
politicians, zealots, and, pharisees
spurning;
taking and/or giving;
a pledge
are overseen by
untaken
offered branches,
yet, still,
and, always, bereaved;
stoic olive trees.

Yearning for breaking and dipping;
of bread.

Alas,
half-baked premonitions
by zionists, jihadis,
mossad, nor, hamas;
saw the ironies
of burning mediterranean bridges;
dead,
or, those that, viciously,
cleave to;
war,
are eventually;
cleaved by;
the ubiquitous sword of damocles.

Turning Jordanian rivers;
red.

Warring factions spill blood,
over sand, soil,
and,
sewing of seed
digging up dirt
with a trowel’s thick stab
permeating;
rhetoric,
culpable of affliction
germinating;
ethnic and cultural extinction
irrigated by
a perpetually picked scab.

Carving up
over a century of cuts
that weep, keen, and,
systematically, do, bleed.

The steely glares of janus’ faced, power, know of irony, all too well.
And, all too easily, are lead.

As a silver-tongued talking head,
talks, of a, spurious, plan for peace.

Whilst the other’s, iron fist,
orders strikes on those burying their dead.

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