Israel, Palestine

There are, I think
Two possibilities:

I am good, and you are bad;

Or,

You are good, and I am bad.

This is what we call, history.

If I am good, it is my history
That will be your grave.

If you are good,
My name will not be remembered.

What if the floods know whose history is true?

Or the Earth, quaking in anger, were the final judge?

The old man said “Watch out for the thorns,
As you taste the sweetness inside”.

Why is it so hard to heed such wisdom?

Not good, not bad,

Only endless sorrow.

1/10/05

Notty Bumbo