Joseph Shapira Shalom

Ishmael, my brother,
How long shall we fight each other?

My brother from times bygone,
My brother - Hagar's son,
My brother the wandering one.

One angel was sent to us both,
One angel watched over our growth -
There in the wilderness, death threatened through thirst,
I a sacrifice on the alter, Sarah's first.

Ishmael, my brother, hear my plea:
It was the angel who tied you to me. . . .

Time is running out, put hatred to sleep.
Shoulder to Shoulder, lets water our sheep.