Tuesday, November 5, 2019

The Wall

     The Muslims wail at the al-Buraq Wall,
where Muhammad caught flight upon some
white winged-donkey, where he was inexplicably 
lifted from the sacred Mosque and placed to
the farthest Mosque, Muhammad’s Mi’raj rules
their faith and all its sorcery; 
     The Hebrews sulk at the Ha-Kotel Ha-Ma’ aravi, 
where Jewish pilgrimage lament Roman’s destruction
and pray for restoration from the depths of mystery, yet
nothing stops them from rebuilding this war-torn temple;
     Two kingdoms separated by dividing phantoms who in return
have wrought nothing to them but misery and contempt, yet they
still unite in the faith of their deception, while mystery still 
surrounds them in louring hate for one another who break all
precepts, laws, and commandments, who rather live in warring 
death than in peace with mankind.


- John Hardesty

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