The Parties Of God, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Often people ask me why I am so critical
Analytical, about what I see as antithetical
To protecting diversity, and keeping the peace

Jews Muslims and Christians all want a piece
Of Mesopotamia, all three god’s mania
Fervent fans, make demands, he commands

That the the land is theirs, nobody shares
They’d all rather kill, all die on that hill
Of the Parties Of God,

The ancient sword, drenched in blood
Peace always the victim, misunderstood
Everyone has weapons, to defend their brood

Bodies tattered, babies shattered, nothing maters
But being right, bombs day and night
Jews and Muslims under the clouds of night

All their children live in fright, all the adults
Sell their youth hate, always locked in this stalemate
Trigger fingers, jump the gate, nuclear bombs seal our fate

Allah and Yahweh, and Jesus too, is this the best you can do?
I hope, I hope, it is not too late, to end the violence
Don’t separate, ourselves by labels, we are all one

I wish your gang members would put down their guns.