A consolation
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When I behold injustice, hate and greed
Wherever I direct my weary gaze,
And watch religious men express their need
To give the Lord commandments, not their praise;
When I receive no answer when I send
My poems to the publishers and press,
And curse the States for failing to defend
That people whose dear land some Jews possess;
When I observe my former fears come true,
Regarding war ‘tween West and sore Islam,
My only comfort is to think of you,
For you alone, through love, such stress disarm. |
And may this sonnet, though imbued with sadness,
By stressing faith in us, give you some gladness |
Michael Peach
Jerusalem
2 June 2004 |
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