Abused to abuser

 

Sacred feet walked this treasured earth

where now we find that love is scarce

With healing and good will he came

the fruits of which bear not his name

 

A gift from God, a light to reveal

on this land he did set his seal

Fountain of goodness and grace divine

has sadly not stood the test of time

 

Romans came and soon they went

yet there remained a celestial scent

A passage of time it lingered no more

into a cauldron of violence did pour

 

For those who bore the brunt of hatred

could not their anger be so sated

They came to a land yet still the same

abused to abuser they soon became

 

In this turmoil of endless attrition

there remains a heavenly mission

Can peace and reconciliation be won

when all about do carry a gun?