The Burning Bush

The promised land lies in rubble,
The wails, the walls and barbed wired fences
All blend together in a cacophony of screams
Childrens' cries, an abandoned people
Beating hearts as the sky falls, orange.
Smoke filled city,
Blurred news
A blackout.
Stories of governments looking the other way
As blood splatters over the pavements of sacred land.
I am far away but I pray to my god,
But my god was wrong
To cause the exile of a people who's land was claimed
As the promised land.