| About the War |
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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 |
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