The Laws they Break to Claim

In your book written by man,  
seems you always had a plan,  
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,  
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.  
 
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,  
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.  
 
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen  
Rules from gods, ignored by men.  
In lands where olive groves once grew,  
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"?  
 
They claim a bush once burned so bright,  
A whispered law in desert night.  
But those who preach what prophets heard  
Are first to silence dissenting words.  
 
Muslims don’t hate, they remember the theft,  
Of lands they tilled, of homes bereft.  
It’s not faith they despise, but the thieving hands,  
The puppeteer’s strings, the stolen sand.  
 
Books were written, pages turned,  
Truths ignored, commandments burned.  
“Thou shalt not steal,” they cry, yet here they stand,  
Drawing borders in a stranger’s land.  
 
It’s easy to claim the righteous path,  
With a puppet army to wield your wrath.  
Easy to write a book of might,  
When you hold the pen, when you set the fight.  
 
They came with books, with guns, with lies,  
While the displaced watched their hope capsize.  
You call it divine, a deed from the skies,  
But it’s conquest dressed in a holy disguise.  
 
"Love thy neighbor," a hollow refrain,  
When borders are drawn and bullets now rain.  
And while one skin's deemed worthy of grace,  
Another is left to be erased.  
 
Is this the peace you claim to seek?  
To silence the strong and crush the weak?  
Righteousness wielded as a blade,  
While commandments crumble, their meaning frayed.  
 
So they fight for the land, for the olive trees,  
For rivers that remember older seas.  
These hypocrites preach from bloodied thrones,  
For the earth belongs to no one it’s not ours alone.  
 
The bullies can march, the puppets can play,  
But history won’t forget the sadness ofday.  
The laws they claim, the lies they tell,  
Are the bricks of a man-made tale.