The Hidden Hand of Conflict #1691

The Hidden Hand of Conflict In ancient lands where shadows blend, Lies a tale of power and lives that bend. Pontius Pilate's iron hand, Trembled at the tumult in his land. Jewish forces, fierce and strong, Resisted Rome, where they belonged. Among them walked a man divine, Jesus of Nazareth, crossing fate's line. With words of love, serene and pure, He threatened Rome, a might unsure. Herod and Pilate, silent in dread, Feared a rebellion by the followers led. In shadowed halls, a plan was made, To silence peace, love's serenade. They penned his end, to avert the clash, But shook the jar, brewing chaos rash. Ants within began to fight, Blinded by their righteous might. Blacks against reds, they clashed and bled, Innocent lives torn and shed. None could see the hand that jarred, The force that led their hearts to hard. Men against women, young against old, Faith against science, hearts turned cold. Before the clash, the fire's spark, We must pause and ask, with hearts ajar, "Who shook the jar?" in this strife, Where conflict cuts like a sharpened knife. Seek wisdom, hold the truth dear, Break the snare that binds us here. Unity can lead to a world more fair, Where we see the real enemy, and harmony repair. -Steven G. Lee (June 8, 2024)