Mecca's
New Moon.
Ancient
voices cry,
They
wail on high,
Sadness
caused a blood-red sky,
All
over fighting, why oh why ?
Land
where many dream,
Pilgrims
journeyed, a soul washed clean,
Have
not they, as one yet seen,
A
greed for vengeance is bloody mean ?
Holy
city finding light,
Under
a new moon every night,
The
good amongst them doing right,
But
only hatred keeps the fight.
Opportunity
comes to try,
And
time to let the old dogs lye,
Don't
leave the truth becoming shy,
Or
generations go on no sense of why....
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