Blurred Lines

I wrote this as I was watching the removal of the people of Amona from a shul. I wasn't sure what to think and this is what came to mind. 

Blurred Lines

Lines drawn in between black and white sand

Lines are raked in blood sweat and tears

Bleeding into a sickly shade of gray

Right and wrong

Angled by point of view

Ideology and Theology

Blur vision on both sides

Crowbars, sticks of hate, attacking the messengers

Marching orders, personal opionons, laws

Meld in a scene of blood, sweat,& tears

Blend in a hurricane of pain

Spectators on sidelines 

Looking at the illusion of 180 degrees
Thinking they see
The whole scene 

Trying to evaluate gray storm

Encapsulating humanity
Trying to dictate whirlpools of gray sand
Choking on humanitys double standards