If these walls could talk they would scream.
They would wail in grief for the countless lives lost in a conflict only the extremist want to linger;
They would beg for self-determination and the right to exist;
They would question the limits of persecution;
They would protest acts of terror as an error in the path to peace;
They would pray for a day when children are no longer rocked to sleep with the sounds of rockets rattling homes;
They would ask the children of Abraham to arrive at an accord;
Tear me down and let all live free, they would shout;
But they stand watching, atrocity after atrocity;
Because men with too much pride and not enough words cannot coexist;
So everyone hurts;
Children are born in open-air prisons, confined to life sentences;
The promised land is no longer secure;
Elohim, I know you want better;
Allah, I know you want better;
Help us be better.