Children of Abraham

They are force feeding
you a pill little baby
I'm pretty powerless
to stop them

running mad in your
town and I cry that it has
to be blown up and
that our religious leaders agree with your religious leaders that someone has to die in AllahJesus' name

from my ivory
tower I see
but on my pillow
I cry

myself to sleep
take my anger
take my rage
not from me!
Don't rob my humanity may my sould grind with yours and we will sit shiva and shiver inside and shudder