A Waltz poem
Image Credit: Anas Baba/AFP
All for a piece of land,
A city old as script,
There was blood in the sand,
Long before prophets gripped,
Canaanites built the bones,
Laid stones that formed great walls,
Ancient foes cast no stones,
In heat of West Bank brawls,
Where rockets dance at night,
Fear twinkles behind eyes,
Right to left, left to right,
Both claim principle ties,
Twelve Tribes in Iron Age,
Two between Iron Dome,
Another day conflicts rage,
In their ancestral home.
Written for dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting at the Bar.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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it truly is a tragic dance taking place, too many lives lost and the pain to it will last so much longer. hope peace will come to it. well penned my friend.
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Thank you very much Lazy Eye.
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This was brilliant, beautiful, and brutal Darius — so well written!
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Thank you truly, Rob!
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A tragic dance with missteps. So sad
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Indeed.. 😦
Thanks for the comment.
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😢
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Very articulately depicted. A sad waltz indeed – our species.
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Thank you out the cave!
Certainly is..
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A tragic waltz indeed, Darius, ‘all for a piece of land’, and it seems as if it will never end. Why can’t humans live peacefully together?
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Men!
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Yes!
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If I live to be 100 I will never understand the need to kill, to wage war, to maim, to destroy. Beautifully penned.
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Thank you Helen. It’s the darkest part of our nature, and it’s innate nature is starkly apparent, judging by history.
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What these conflicts of humans have with gods and holy places is a mystery to me. I shake my head in disgust as children cry and die.
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I too Jade.
Thank you for your comment lovely lady.
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You’re welcome, Darius.
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Alas, it seems like a dance that never will end… there are so many aspects of this conflict so I wonder if there is a solution anywheree
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I shudder at the real thought, that there may not be…
Thank you for your comment Björn.
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It’s a tragic, age-old situation. Timely work.
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Thank you Merril ❤️
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You’re welcome!
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This is so timely. It captures the pathos without taking sides. The sadness that men wreak upon men!
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Thank you Beverly. The sad true is, this poem will likely be relevant for some time to come! 😔
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Well said: no sides taken, just observing the age-old dance of death.
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There’s cost to on human life – none which merits more value than another.
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No cost put on*
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