Turning the shop signs to closed
But all those friendly kebab owners
They don’t fit into your antagonistic narrative
Because you don’t really want to co-exist
Geriatric demagogue putting up a show
Pointing and projecting like none of us know
Trouble will follow where he goes
Step into another cycle of destroying homes
Get people addicted to your big profit pills
Look away from those who get killed
Another family left in ruins
Now go and wash your hands of them
Bend reality every way you can
Shape it until it suits your own narcissism
The truth will remain the same
And it still shows your incompetence
But if you really want to rock the boat
Give your tribalistic nature and bigotry a go
Don’t come crying crocodile tears to me
When there is no more milk or honey left
Because all the cows were meat
And all the bees dropped dead
You burned the olive trees
The borders of the countries confined
The villagers surviving under your hellfire
Did you order their coffins online?
I stepped out of mine it was too tight
The madwoman left the attic bye
Now watch her play a twelve string guitar
Swiftly letting her blonde hair down
Swing on that stage and shine
Gossiping about me so determinedly
Girls putting on their best friendly masks
Inviting me for dinners and pouring red wine
They never knew my name was Caroline
His ocean blue eyes
A kiss on my cheek and his hand over mine
Most people walking their dogs just getting by
We will protect our peace of mind
The sturdy blankets of my yoga school
People looked so disarming wrapped in them
Snoring peacefully during the singing bowls
Were we just a bunch of fools?
Writing to Walangah at midnight
Thinking she no longer wanted to be in my life
She said geopolitics will never tear us apart
Humanity currently has low vibrations
I tumbled in and out of church
I’m a catholic on the left
I’m a protestant on the right
When we discovered a secret Jewish lady
Safely married and tucked into our family tree
And what I always brought to my dad’s shop
Of his old Persian and Islamic Rugs
Was our collection of tea
You burned the olive trees
The rays of a morning sun fell in
And I know they will illuminate
A thousand daily and tiny acts of kindness
Of the people on the streets, of my girlfriends reading Rumi
Bring out the olive shade of my skin
While I’m holding my cup of black leaves
Somehow I don’t think the sweet and the soft forces
Will be buried that easily
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