I think they're wrong
Even the pleasant ones
It's been going on so long
It will probably never be done
They're a little self-righteous
Too busy being too pious
Each side a dog waiting to bite us
Not listening to what's heard
No wonder they're so hated
Just grazing with the herd
I get it I do
Both sides stand begging to be bated
Drooling for something to chew
Each side a god waiting to be righteous
Two points on a map
Yelling names back and forth
Same song but I fear we're on the wrong track
We have grown cold from living in the north
We're just children
Left alone without a parent
Still waiting to be ladies and gentlemen
We forgot what fair meant
We're the devils
And they're the infidels
Our religions are just the bevels
Why the ringing of the bells
What is the definition of terrorist
Is it a matter of colour and speech
Don't wear this
Pray in this language don’t listen just preach
Maybe it's a perception of creed
Or a great group of lies
What would you have them plead?
That they need to be to exorcised
Surrounded by gluttonous elephants
I'm sure we're each a side of the mold
Nothing more than a multitude of sycophants
On opposite sides no wonder we act so cold
Where we do we begin
To look for answers
Maybe we admit we’re all littered with sin
And stop treating viable solutions like cancers
Instead of just more questions
Genuinely attempt to find a middle ground instead of living in our own respective sections
Or:
I think they're wrong
Even the pleasant ones
They're a little self-righteous
It’s been going on so long
It will probably never be done
Too busy being pious
Each side a dog waiting to bite us
Not listening to what’s heard
No wonder they’re so hated
I get it I do
Each side a god waiting to be righteous
Just grazing with the herd
Both sides stand begging to be bated
Drooling for something to chew
Two points on a map
Yelling names back and forth
We’re just children
Left alone without a parent
We’re the devils
And they’re the infidels
Same song but I fear we're on the wrong track
We have grown cold from living in the north
Still waiting to be ladies and gentlemen
We forgot what fair meant
Our religions are the bevels
Why the ringing of the bells
What is the definition of terrorist
Is it a matter of colour and speech
Maybe it's a perception of creed
Or a great group of lies
Surrounded by gluttonous elephants
I'm sure we're each a side of the mold
Don't wear this
Pray in this language don’t listen just preach
What would you have them plead?
That they need to be to exorcised
Nothing more than a multitude of sycophants
On opposite sides no wonder we act so cold
Where we do we begin
To look for answers
Instead of just more questions
Maybe we admit we’re all littered with sin
And stop treating viable solutions like cancers
Genuinely attempt to find a middle ground instead of living in our respective sections
Epilogue: I feel this piece deserves an explanation of sorts no matter how brief. I started this work In late 2016 or early 2017. I was so very hesitant to post in in a public place such as this. Yet it has really been bothering me that I didn’t post it let alone finish it. I felt it said a lot and tried to show both sides of an issue. My heart goes out to the middle east in a way I can’t fully understand or expect a lot of people to empathize with. The west has been at odds with the middle east for so long neither side is completely wrong just as well as neither side is completely innocent. But I believe we can and should try to be and do better. If you have any complaints or questions don’t hesitate to reach out on the contact section of this website. However, the post will remain up.
