When your rock was flying
You will recall my smile, my defiance
Another bomb dropping pilot
Another handwashing Pilate
Now, who David and who Goliath?
The dove of peace will rise high
Above cities made vast pyres
A final sun rising over a final empire
A Palestinian flag atop the highest spire
Flying in spite
In Dublin, we carry a light
We impale Israel upon The Spire
And, inspired by colonialist blood, begin writing;
About time we had a new Bible.
Alchemisland 
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