Palestine still bleeds

Palestine still bleeds
With the blood of innocents.
Shrapnel, shell and bullet merge with
The shriek of fear, and sustain
Their steel invective against the soft flesh
Of people who only know war.

Ancient wounds are unhealed.
The haemorrhage continues.
The past has failed.
It is now a time of bravery
Not of the old sort, when to kill was glorious.
We need the glory of meekness
The triumph of surrender
And the gift of that old word, love.