Respective perspectives worshiping directives
Blindly killing for our dogma
Until our sons meet in the garden
Torches scald the night sky
The youth rise up and set their elders to the gallows
Fire in the lighthouse
All our advances, a spark away from conflagration
In the night I saw you fall
Oh wicked star
Illuminate our hate
Show us who we really are
Books were burned away
Only swords remained
The prophets died for peace
Stabbed by preying priests
As the wise man said
I'll keep my heart and lose my head
Without a neck how can I sink with a millstone
To the bottom of the sea?
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
A world of orphans left empty-handed
If love’s a sin I’ll become a heretic
Recurring intervention
Framing the narrative to cleanse our tainted conscience
Harvesting destruction
Reaping the sow from weapons planted in the soil
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
Where I meet our Mother’s gaze
Too blinded by this hatred to recognize your brother’s face
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
Subverting love will take hold in this hateful soil
My blood is the water
Inshallah, Shalom
Love will take hold
