Grandfather called us

To the sacred Old City

We bowed our heads

Moses, Jesus, Muhammad

Our books bring war

They should bring peace

Why is this so?

We’re of the same tree

Believe in love

Believe in tomorrow

We’re all made

Of that which made all

Grandfather spoke sadly

They fight in your names

They all do

We’re right and you’re wrong

We’re loved more than you

We’ll kill ya to prove

That it’s true

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We cried as we cried

How can one hear

If one will not listen?

How can one see

If one will not look?

How can one love

If one’s heart is not open?

Grandfather spoke slowly

You’ve done what you could

Of you I’m well pleased

What happens, will happen

He frowned as we fell to our knees

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