This is Jerusalem

This is Jerusalem, which
1 have set in the
centre of the nations - and
there is fire and murder
and sword - smoke  rises
where there was incense, cries
ascend where there was
devotion - I am  the
Holy One abiding in your
walls and 1 hear
your wails, the self-inflictions
of the lost. Where
do your children brood O
Nation?  Scattered like
bad seed, the jewel
at the heart unburning
unobserved, languishes
in my hand
waiting for the ray to
light and refract the
planned act.

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