Galaxies spin beyond our sun,
Planet, moon or wisdom.
There I saw the children of Abraham,
Yellow stars in Europe's ghettos,
Boys throwing stones in Palestine,
Those who died in war before,
And those who someday will.
And those who may , Insha' Allah,
Be born west of the Jordan,
This I said to those who may:
May the minarets, domes, and temples
Crumble in Jerusalem
When men who pray salāt
Or men who feast shabbat
Make war on Abraham's children.
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