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Vessels of Light

May we be 
Vessels of light
Vehicles of peace
May we see through the lies we've been fed
Since the beginning of his-story

Set up against one another
The children of Abraham and the 'adoptees'

At this point, it makes no difference 
Arab - Hebrew
Palestinian - Israeli
Religious - Secular

We are all bait
Feeding the Big Fish

What Exodus? 
We are still enslaved

The pharaohs of today transcend nationality and faith
United under the flag of common interest and gains
They pull the strings of puppet leaders and we do their bidding

Brother
Sister
People of the land
People on the land - no matter where you came from
People off the land - no matter where you are
I am not your enemy
You are not mine

Embrace your neighbour
Fear not
Love is the greatest weapon we can carry.

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