Philosophical

Two Thousand Years, we pled our case
With weapons stained in dripping blood,
Not allowing communication face to face
Our reasons are as clear as mud,

They are the devil, you must agree,
If not you must get away from me
You are complicit in their plan
You must all die, every last man,

After all this time, the fight’s going strong,
How could resolution not have come?
Voices are the same from each side
For the same reasons, each have died,
You are fighting yourselves in different skin
How can you not see you all are kin,
All this death is just plain wrong!

Step outside with me, to a different plane
And look at the facts again,
With no emotion you will see
We are all the same, you and me.