At Some Point

 At some point, you have to stop renting out the home of your soul to others.
We have to put up a sign that says "Visitors not welcome."
Passerbys are not privileged to access your inner solitude, your inner chambers, your inner self deep down
Only souls that know how to love - I'm talking really know how to love are to enter your heart, mind, body and soul
Only humans bursting with love are welcome here

We Wept

 My child! My child!
They captured my child!
We have to run and get my child!
They're hurting her!
No, you can't
There's children there
But you don't understand!
That's my child, they're hurting my baby!
By the rivers we wept and hung up our harps instead
And cried because we could no longer sing in Zion
We wept as our children were snatched and thrown to the wolves
Burn and kill them all! Hamas echoes to the world
Alone, we see no one has learned their lesson
Has no one learned from Anne Frank?
The Hamas hides in tunnels under schools and hospitals under a spirit of evil and a shadow of hate
Has no one learned about Hitler's holocaust?
By the rivers we wept
And hung up our harps instead