Shalaam, Salom

 

 

Salaam, Shalom

Shalom, Salaam

Donít show me maps
and border plans

First set me free, untie my hands

 

Salaam, Shalom

Shalom, Salaam

What do we tell an unborn child
about the world heíll grow to find?

 

Salaam, Shalom.† Iím human too

Shalom, Salaam.† Iím just like you

 

My hands - stretched out -
await your hands

Not some handouts wrapped in kind words

 

Salaam, Shalom
Letís talk some more
but, as we talk, please break the chains

 

Salaam, Shalom, Salom, Shalaam

By that far land we both hold dear
letís take an oath; letís make it clear:

Thereíll be no slaves and masters there

 

 

February 27, 2003