Soil And Blood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A Booksie friend told me I should publish this poem. In sum, about a people who got their butts kicked for almost two millennia, and yet stayed cohesive and strong -- as Blacks, East Indians, Native Americans or any people would hope and sacrifice to do. Not anti-Muslim or anti-Arab or anti-anyone, but rather a tale of a long price paid, and a celebration of determination and survival.

Soil and Blood

Oh son of Zion,
whither is your home ?
Whence came ye from long ago
where mighty seed was sown to grow ?
By God's hand you came to know
fertile valley, and mountain crest,
a land of wealth, by nature bless'd:
By testament your story tell
of songs, of strength,
....................................your Israel.

The tale is long, the drama cruel,
the end is yet unknown.
But wander not again my son,
for journey's end is vision won,
Diaspora is now undone,
and strong you stand upon your feet
in land where scattered brothers meet.
Alas, in sacrifice so many fell,
that great may grow
..................................their Israel.

And now, at last, you have come home:
Sons and daughters proud.
Unto the land that spawned you all;
millennia passed, yet still the call
sounded clear, from Western Wall,
and gathered in the homeless throng,
till nation rose, by millions strong.
In unison, our voices swell
that once again
...........................lives Israel !

by Steven P. Pody
Excerpted from 'The Panoptikon'

Submitted: March 14, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Steven P. Pody. All rights reserved.

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Beautifully written, Steven.

Sun, March 14th, 2021 8:48pm


Thank you, Lady H. For someone with almost 2 million reads, and probably quite busy, your kindly comment is thoughtfully given and appreciatively received.

Sun, March 14th, 2021 4:11pm

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