His arrow pointed, bow was arched
But in the desert, lips were parched
The only water, Hagar’s tears
Please don’t let me see my fears
Indeed, the angels they did hear
A crying mother and her prayer
And water found in arid air
It seemed in heaven they did care
His mother weeps with tears of joy
Fulfilled are prayers for her dear boy
Withering in desert’s sun
And how she prayed for this cruel one
In heaven stormed the angels high
Asking the Almighty, “Why?
Do we allow that he survive
And bless his tribe that they shall thrive?”
The angels tried to speak the vision
Of frothing hate and sheer derision
Almighty, though, did not succumb
“I know,” He said, “but ‘ba’asher hu shom’”
They saw the blood of waving knives
The crash of cars on holy lives
They heard the cries from moms and tots
But forced they were, ignored the shots
And through the dry and arid sands
Of Middle Eastern desert lands
He learned the trade he would display
To terrorize all in his way
The armed marauding caliphate
Instilling fear and spewing hate
And citing prophets from above
Who in their hearts no room for love
No compromise for any view
Whether Christian
Whether Jew
Their prophet’s law for those he hated
Decrees that he hallucinated
And all those tears
Cease not to flow
Why, I ask, I do not know
For just a moment that he cried
How many thousands since have died
So what I say
And what I share
The power of a sacred tear
And this time, please
May us You hear
And rid the world of hate and fear
