And would weep still
If he came once more to this city on a hill.
Weep and mourn all over again
The bitter division that exists between men.
Distrust, suspicion, delusions of power;
Control by the wicked to make the weak cower.
Or would his grief now turn to hate,
Arrested as a terrorist at the Jaffa gate?
Whatever, whatever - poor Jesus wept;
While under the moon Jerusalem slept.
Michael Dickinson Jerusalem 1986