RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: JERUSALEM
Tears of Palestine
“I walk and count the bones of my beloveds
Along the Valley of Destruction.”
Wm. Blake, Jerusalem (1820)
The tears of Jerusalem became the tears of
Palestine that together formed a river
that flowed into the sea.
Endless is the sorrow and the mourning of
the mothers and the anger of the fathers
and the vows of vengeance that the sons
and daughters carried through the ages
of antiquity.
The tears of Palestine became the tears of
Jerusalem that together formed a river
that flowed into the sea.
There is no peace on earth
Nor can there ever be
Until at last we find a cure
for this ancient blood disease
