The warp is all wefted and frayed at the seams
The Peace lies bereft and is broken in dreams
With all eyes on Gaza in a myriad memes
We witness the carnage and cheer on our teams.
The weft is all warped in the face of despair
Embroidered and bloodied it generates heirs
The pattern continues and nobody dares
To stand up for peace in this playground of fears.
What is left of the weft is a battle-torn scar
What we see of the warp is aggression too far
What we see of ourselves is a rent in our souls
Where the patchwork is quilted and riddled with holes.
The loom of our making
Humanity breaking
The threads of all sanity
Needled in pain.
We fabricate lies
As we look to the skies
And we fashion deceit
Yet again yet again.
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