The Promised Land Poem by jan hansen

The promised land
When I think of Palestine, my blood boils
few people- apart from the Jews- have suffered so much.
Israel, the land my mother spoke highly of,
what happened to your love and compassion?
Did you cast all this aside for the sake of survival?
Endurance, I can understand, but to kill
the youth of Palestine reminds me of olden times
when you were the victims of Nazi thugs.
Please tell me this is not so.
I wait for the real Israel to shake off the past-ruled
By hateful older men.
Arise and be a pearl of the wisdom you're known
and heal old wounds.