Paradise Lost
Yesterday you joined us on the summer sand, Girls in bikinis, tiny children running bare, You in a bomb-belt, Kalashnikov in hand. Our simple heaven shattered in a foreign land, The debris of your holy visit everywhere. Yesterday you joined us on the summer sand. In the only Paradise you understand Naked houris waited for your beck and call - You in a bomb-belt, Kalashnikov in hand - But your black leaders lovely lies have slain you, and There will be no Garden, no reward at all. Yesterday you joined us on the summer sand; In that moment nothing happened as you planned. The hand of God reached down for us and left you there, You in a bomb-belt, Kalashnikov in hand. In that love which makes our butchered children whole Is there forgiveness for your naked, broken soul? Yesterday you joined us on the summer sand You in a bomb-belt, Kalashnikov in hand. ................................................................................................. |