Respective perspectives worshiping directives Blindly killing for our dogma [1] Until our sons meet in the garden [2] Torches scald the night sky; The youth rise up and set their elders to the gallows [3] Fire in the lighthouse All our advances, a spark away from conflagration
In the night I saw you fall, oh wicked star [4] Illuminate our hate, show us who we really are
Books were burned away, only swords remained [5] The prophets died for peace, stabbed by preying priests As the wise man said I'll keep my heart and lose my head [6] Without a neck how can I sink with a millstone to the bottom of the sea? [7] The bottom of the sea And I’m finding the violence, it looks like me
Singing songs of life when all we know is death [8] A world of orphans [9] left empty-handed If love’s a sin I’ll become a heretic
Recurring intervention: [10] Framing the narrative to cleanse our tainted conscience [11] Harvesting destruction: Reaping the sow from weapons planted in the soil [12]
Terrified little son, encumbered by your sword You can hide your fear but won’t shed the sheer Weight of your own humanity - humanity You can face me towards the mountains [13] Where I meet our Mother’s gaze [14] Too blinded by this hatred to recognize your brother’s face [15]
Singing songs of life when all we know is death A world of orphans left empty-handed
I’ll collapse, head parting from my weary shoulders Seeds of life spilling from my palms [16] Subverting love [17] will take hold in this hateful soil; My blood is the water. Inshallah, Shalom Love will take hold [18]