Twixt Two Rivers
By: Daniel Fruman
Betwixt the desert sands and distant seas,
Betwixt a life in death – a death in life,
A land that for its beauty was torn up,
A purpose killed by its self-causing, loveless strife.
Betwixt reality and memory,
A place without its beauty better off,
Its beauty being gone – a prompt to kill.
Betwixt two rivers, stamped with olden feet,
That made it beautiful without intention,
And in so doing conjured up its end,
Their palaces and temples – battlegrounds,
The greenery and gardens – faded sand.
The man-made beauty of this land, deprived of life,
Its people’s beauty burns, impossible to stife.