About Me:
It’s the holy land in me, that im the only man with it,
But how can such land be whole when it’s wholly fragmented,
Land rented, man said it, when Abraham sent it,
God’s word but man bent it, time tested, mind bending,
Is the ride ending? Are we there yet? A divine sending,
...Pending, but when it comes, who’s messiah brings it,
To fix this, bearing gifts like its Christmas, boy Christ must,
Despise us, chastise us and ask god to smite us,
Because despite love, and in spite of nice stuff,
Spite does guide us, so we continue to fight cuz,
Like ice does, with the right touch, we crack,
And fragment and then lament, remember Iraq?