Land of the Living Dead

The tanks and planes the people killed
and soldiers from a foreign land
who didn’t show any remorse
for blood which drained the Arab sand.

Enough for ages long tyrants
for hidden fears and silent pain.
who crush their people like wine grapes
have bombs on them fall like the rain.

My dream that from the west and east
and Russia will join from the north,
The world all round will join to help
to stop the brutal soldiers wrath.

Yes I don’t care what flag you wave
whether it’s red, green, yellow, blue.
And I don’t care what book you read
As long as what it says is true.

⟵ Lura