Never ends, this, ageless pilgrimage
From estrangement, to The, Promised Land
Whose epic, writes, a faith’s outrage –
“A Utopia, Made Of, Blood And Sand”
From Judea’s fall, to the, Seleucid reign
To the, Roman penance, of pagan fear
Then the, endless debt, of Yeshua’s pain
Was more, than a cross, for a clan, to bear!
When Führer found, Final Plan, for that race
He had convicted, for the, German woes
Six million, vanished, without a trace
Between faith, and fear, when faith, they chose!
What’s left, of that, determined dream
A mirage, of peace, in the heart, of a wraith
Yet that, Promised Land, remains to redeem
For The, Living Martyrs, Of Their Faith!
© 2019 Vikas Chandra