Savage Land
A savage land drenched with blood.
A savage land that still, even though all that has happened, is filled with hope.
We left all behind, to put our roots down in the Holy Land.
They all might have thought how crazy we where, how blind.
Leaving such a peaceful being, an evergreen life behind.
Towards a life in a scorching hot land, filled with hot tempered people and burning concrete beneath our feet.
But we felt safe. We felt apart of something bigger.
But what now?
What is left?
Other than the hot tempered people and the burning concrete beneath my feet.
Hope?
A land shattered by blind belief.
A land left in pieces.
What now?
Who will lead us across the sea?
Who will strike the rock so water will quench our hearts.
Belief?
We are all broken, in disbelief.
We stand together crying for all that has happened and all that is still happening.
How can the land of hope and miracles become a land of pain and grief.
We all stand together and yet, we are all so far apart.
The Holy Land we walked towards has left us all behind.
Our evergreen damp land is still there. But, we are still here, waiting.
For a miracle, for change.
This land is stained in blood and it will never be the same.
But, we all stand barefoot on this unforgiving ground and we hope, that good will come, that good will prevail.
We are the path through the sea, we are the water that will revive this land once again.
I hope. For that is all that is left.
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