Invasion

A proud and colourful dancing people..
both Kurd and Turkeman..
Can we ever atone for our ignorance in walking away
A people tortured and in despair..
Can all the hate and bombs somehow atone for our guilt?
A grotesque pit was opened up in that horrendous time.
A holy land in this arrid desert of our soul..
Innocent blood cries out for all the rape and pillage
for justice and mercy born anew...
tears of mercy, drench the land.
Babylon you are fallen from your place of high esteem.
How awesome are your works Oh Lord...
for the mighty are fallen their deeds are brought to naught
by an awesome God.......