Seeing an interesting travel posts about Israel today by
Hive account@richman, I decided to publish another poem.
It is, like the previous, roughly over 12 years old.

40 years in the desert,
Brought them to the Promised Land.
The land of milk and honey
The country for the chosen race.
Now 5 thousand years later
It becomes a state,
A little tiny piece of earth
Given to them by God (or NATO).
Crooked politicians, economical chaos,
Conscription and racism
Without honey or milk.
5000 years of ongoing conflict
People take the bus down town
And never come back.
Nowhere is safe,
God had been abandoned.
6 million people
All off different race,
No one knows what he wants.
~Probably the milk and the honey~
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