Damascus
These are confusing times
The men who stand before you
having killed and resisted
in order to stand for causes
they never dreamed would mean a thing to you
And their enemies
sit across the table
drinking wine
and breaking bread
And they look into their eyes
and sign the death release
asking moderates to throw their bodies on the fire
and others to hunt them down
On this land stands a man overlooking
Damascus
and Galilee
feeling shy, feeling powerless to leave