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Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
So
tarnished now with Jew and Arab blood;
The tears that fall at the holy
Wailing Wall
Are now an unremitting flowing flood.
Those temple stones
of yore, King Solomon,
Are crying out in dire despair; we need,
We need
your mighty wisdom, Solomon,
Can you not hear? For pity's sake take
heed.
And Blake, that sacred ancient
eastern place,
That so immortalised your glorious work,
What of it now,
now that it has become
A wounded site where heinous evils lurk.
The
echoes reach out, even for Ellie to see,
"That song", she said, "it sad's
me, Dad, sad's me."
Hampshire, February
2001
Ellie is Gerry's six year
old grandchild.
Gerry
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