This is Jerusalem

This is Jerusalem, which
I have set in the
centre of the nations - and
there is fire, murder,
sword - smoke rises
where there was incense, cries
ascend where there was
devotion - I am the
Holy One abiding in your
walls and I hear
your wails, 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.
Holy City
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