Standing before my reality, I see the ruins.
A civilization gone before my eyes.
The pillars stand above the land, where someone’s
life started.
Standing alone on a cliff,
I see what remains.
The water flows beneath my feet,
From the canal to the Dead Sea.
People from the old world came to start again,
their shattered lives.
Fleeing an impending war and threat,
they brought their children here to better their lives.
Love and trust lie deep into these people.
Their bones were broken by lies.
Looking over the west horizon,
I see shattered lives drift on,
in front of the now setting sun.
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