Israeli Blonde

Golden-haired goddess of the hunt, may empires sacrifice themselves to you
A rhinestone token of your generosity lies in my palm
Facing east but not too east, I pine for moments I overslept through
To be one with the war maiden would put me at temporary peace
True, they curse you for bludgeoning restless natives, but the way you look is how you live
They will never know and we will always know too much
Pomegranates crush into 613 reasons why we were never meant to be
But our music loving souls will someday collide on Roads to Peace.

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