Past and Future
Let us bid farewell to the past with its good and bad
And welcome in the future both its happy and sad
Will it be "follow my leader" like the years before?
Going around in circles as our feet get sore
"Join the party of freedom" or "The Sheikh with a big belly"
"The party of God" or "Nizamu-Deen of New Delhi"
"Hide in a glorious past" some Muslims will cry
All was black and white and no-one asked why
I wish that were true and that problems were clear
And that man didn't bleed or shed a bitter tear
So what's new in this sweaty greenhouse of ours
How are the eggs, the meat and the flowers?
Inject them with chemicals so they look fat
"Poison the world..." or something like that
Well it's OK it's these Kafirs you see
They're to blame, not you or me
Are we just dead leaves piled up on the side
Unable to influence the overwhelming tide
Do the decades bring nothing but the aging of bones?
And drag many to the fate of the fire and stones
All we do is point fingers and cry 'It's a sin"
Rather than find the love that's within
Perhaps one day we will stretch out our hand
And hold tightly together in a united stand
Let us bid farewell to the past with its good and bad
And welcome in the future both its happy and sad
Will it be "follow my leader" like the years before?
Going around in circles as our feet get sore
"Join the party of freedom" or "The Sheikh with a big belly"
"The party of God" or "Nizamu-Deen of New Delhi"
"Hide in a glorious past" some Muslims will cry
All was black and white and no-one asked why
I wish that were true and that problems were clear
And that man didn't bleed or shed a bitter tear
So what's new in this sweaty greenhouse of ours
How are the eggs, the meat and the flowers?
Inject them with chemicals so they look fat
"Poison the world..." or something like that
Well it's OK it's these Kafirs you see
They're to blame, not you or me
Are we just dead leaves piled up on the side
Unable to influence the overwhelming tide
Do the decades bring nothing but the aging of bones?
And drag many to the fate of the fire and stones
All we do is point fingers and cry 'It's a sin"
Rather than find the love that's within
Perhaps one day we will stretch out our hand
And hold tightly together in a united stand
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