Those beating hearts driven, to pounding of the drums,
With flags unfurled and snapping, to the battle hum.
No-man’s land between them, two armies that have come
To prove in battle, who’s God is the chosen one.
Pope Urban set in motion, with words -“It’s God’s Will”,
Unleashed crusades for Holyland, loosing bloody spill.
He granted an indulgence to forgive all sin,
To take back Jerusalem, the great prize to win.
And so we find two armies, here on holy ground,
Where reaper’s grim destruction will too soon abound.
With endless seeds of hatred sown on blood soaked soil
Now carried over eons, fueled by faith and oil.
And so the lines stand ready, it’s so sad to say,
That hatred planted then, is still in play today.
The battle lines are still drawn today between Christian and Muslim. At least, at the fanatical fringes.