Kissed by the bombs of war
As Hezbollah stands in shelter laughing…
The pleas for mercy soar
Israel, a country with a history
Anguish over the destruction
Of those sacred temples or so called mosques
Of ancient divine construction
In the cradle of the Earth
The rivers run red with blood
The Israelites, sons of David
Become like the purifying flood
The Moslems, followers of Mohammed
The prophet with an Arabic name
But who’s to say that him and the Christ
Were not the one and same?
The basin of Mesopotamia is full and overflowing
The ground is like a sinking sand
With hatred bred throughout the generations
Devouring the souls of man
When will it all end?
Only when the children all lay dead in the streets?
When the wrath of Jews and the voice of Islam
Out of arrogance refuse to retreat?
Or when God speaks to all who’ll listen
With roaring thunder and lightening strikes
And time is frozen for the rest of eternity
For Christians, Jews, and Moslem, alike?