Will they ever know

Peace in Iraq?

Will they ever taste

Fresh dates, sweet plums?

Will the fertile

Euphrates or

Tigris return

Eden again?

Or will it be

Another valley,

Megiddo,

That opens

To receive us?

Our heart’s blood

Paid a price too

High and we are

To hold the debt

And we are

To pay

And we are

To dream desperate

Visions of burning

And we are

Guilty

Will they ever know

Peace in Iraq?

Someday, yes.

But we never will

Know peace again

We deserve the

Bitter harvest

And we will

And we will