There are as many ways of saying it aloud –
As there are tongues each of its language proud.
Jerusalem, Yerushalayim, Rusalim, Urusalim, Uru-Salim,
These are but a few of a list as old as the hills; Urislem, Ursalim, Ierusalm,
This list of names is as endless as the city’s immortal age;
Hierosolyma, Jorsala, Beth-Shalem,
There are many similarities if only seen,
The biggest being the use of “peace” – Salim, Shalim,
Another, of course, is its sister “Holy” – Al-Quds, Bayt Al-Maqdis.
Learn all the names there are
Repeat them as a mantra
Listen carefully and you will hear
Each single sigh and feel each little pain
Hidden in the words flying about
Some for and some against
The skies darkened by these endless words.
When will these darkening clouds
Open up and cleanse all our pain
And take Jerusalem back to that Mount
Where all were blessed and none left behind?
But no one was listening then;
And no one can hear these few words now.
This is the city of peace
Where entry is for those
Who can love and be loved
If your language comes from
The barrel of your gun
Then, you are not wanted here
In our City of Peace.
Go you elsewhere and search
Another series of names to besmirch
And leave us to wake each day
Living, as we could, as God’s way –
No matter whose God you carry in your heart
Bring Him in peace or else depart.
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This post was written by Faysal Mikdadi