Those who see her beauty
Hidden under desert sands,
Who bring forth trees and
flowers, fruit and families
Those who nurture her holy
Seeds of life are torn from
Their homes and scattered
Their beautiful gardens dug up
and buildings burned. Their
synagogues desecrated and
gravestones overturned.
And those who claim the
land abuse it and defile it
As they demand more
And the land cries.
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