Grain by grain with sands of persecution
Retribution had spread its seeds
And corruption watered with poison liquors.
It’s shoots were kissed with the light of the hate sun
Petals were robbed of nectar by the bees ever busy
It’s paradise once presaged
Had been a prophesy, impossible
The demons had embraced in a deadlock
And it was left with none but badluck.
Remember the holy land
Once honey and milk did drown
Now our flag, our faces
locked in an eternal frown
The virgin land on the aisle
With tattered veil and tainted gown
Still clings to prophecy and the seer’s lies
As moth to raging candleflame
Death, the only end to this daffy game.
Our hope is ensconced beneath
Beneath the rocks we bow in worship
And the sea has flooded to conceal it further
So against yourselves you fight, killing your brother
Rather than sail together
To a life better.
“Maybe if we sing loud enough
The rock will upon us show mercy
And our hope be disgorged from its belly within.”
So we kneel and pray
And scream and shout
The voice of dissent is none but a lout.
So we sit dejected but waiting
“faith is the key” our motto amaranthine;
After the drought the land will be fine
Blooming and resplendent “
Our utopian vision in which we are ever dependent
But our never-never land
Will never ever land
It floats by over our heads as a hawk
Eagerly stalking an unwary chicken.
Those earthen moulds we did craft
We poured our brains in and remained, daft
So wisdom spoken is none but a raft
And we hope we may see a boat
So ignore the raft we must
In religion we trust
Into the fires we’d go
If our priests say
“this is hallowed ground “.