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The Way We Were, No More
After Irak and the Devil of the Empire
And there was sadness
and so many cried
in abyss of despair;
our souls and lives
knew of ghostly rain of death
and of caves of doom so near,
so close the labyrinths of fear.
The Way we Were...
¡no more, no more!
Let us be again at Xmas time,
Hanukkah and Ramadhan.
Let us be all the same again
for there is fear
and terror in the Land.
¡The Gods
reunited are in judgement
of mankind!
Let us be at home
when the time
of prayer comes.
Lets us be under
the greenest tree
of Faith and Hope ever grown to warm
and keep us all.
For hope and greater deeds
and blessed mistletoes
and all the symbols
of religious faith,
from Bagdad to Bogotá,
must adorn the holidays to come.
Let the light of all Kabbalahs
keep alive the lamp of Israel,
for Palestine must survive
beyond all hate and greed.
Let the festive joy of God revealed,
surge amid the pain
of Pakistan and Cachemira,
the horrendous valley of death
upon the Gulf,
the floods, the winds, the tremors
and the Furies all disbanded
across forgotten lands,
the poorest of them all.
Let the light fill the dawns of Eid ul-Fitr,
the tortured plains of all Afgan,
the depths of dark and fear
in all the jungles of the world;
Let the spirit of renewal
fill the hearts of all who care.
Let us dare to survive
the Horror of the age.
Our souls in Hope
of Peace and lasting dreams
await the doors of Love
to open up to all
who care and dare.
Joseph Berolo
Copyright (C) Octobrer 2005
After Irak and the Devil of the Empire
And there was sadness
and so many cried
in abyss of despair;
our souls and lives
knew of ghostly rain of death
and of caves of doom so near,
so close the labyrinths of fear.
The Way we Were...
¡no more, no more!
Let us be again at Xmas time,
Hanukkah and Ramadhan.
Let us be all the same again
for there is fear
and terror in the Land.
¡The Gods
reunited are in judgement
of mankind!
Let us be at home
when the time
of prayer comes.
Lets us be under
the greenest tree
of Faith and Hope ever grown to warm
and keep us all.
For hope and greater deeds
and blessed mistletoes
and all the symbols
of religious faith,
from Bagdad to Bogotá,
must adorn the holidays to come.
Let the light of all Kabbalahs
keep alive the lamp of Israel,
for Palestine must survive
beyond all hate and greed.
Let the festive joy of God revealed,
surge amid the pain
of Pakistan and Cachemira,
the horrendous valley of death
upon the Gulf,
the floods, the winds, the tremors
and the Furies all disbanded
across forgotten lands,
the poorest of them all.
Let the light fill the dawns of Eid ul-Fitr,
the tortured plains of all Afgan,
the depths of dark and fear
in all the jungles of the world;
Let the spirit of renewal
fill the hearts of all who care.
Let us dare to survive
the Horror of the age.
Our souls in Hope
of Peace and lasting dreams
await the doors of Love
to open up to all
who care and dare.
Joseph Berolo
Copyright (C) Octobrer 2005
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