There is an undercurrent in Jerusalem
Blood stirs in the people
And the people throb like blood.
Through veins they whimper at the guards
Let them in!
Nourishment, harmony, empathy.
Through arteries they thump at the gates
Let them out!
Terror, melancholy, and hatred.
There are wounds on our souls
Trapped in Jerusalem’s walls,
There are wounds that we have not healed
Less terror, melancholy, and hatred
Would make the iron gates yield.
There are sparks in our souls
Exiled from Jerusalem’s streets,
There are sparks that we have not let in
More nourishment, harmony, empathy
Would end the siege from within.
