Lost between the east wisdom and the lies
You cant speak my language, but I can read the eyes
An ocean of stars is waving in its skies
And its sun is melting, in my heart, all that ice

Oh Jesus when you come
All those devils will have to run
And my kingdom, to the sky, should return
But to see the lotus, you should have watched the storm

Oh my savior, forever and a day, they cant wait
Your holly book, white horse or the fate
Descend your salvation now; it is already late
For they've planted their olives, but only tort they'll incubate.

Holding your white pigeon and the gun
If the first won’t go; should the second one run?

Mohammed Sabbagh

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jerusalem-misplaced-nation/