Shalaam, Salom

 

 

Salaam, Shalom

Shalom, Salaam

Don’t 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 he’ll grow to find?

 

Salaam, Shalom.  I’m human too

Shalom, Salaam.  I’m just like you

 

My hands - stretched out -
await your hands

Not some handouts wrapped in kind words

 

Salaam, Shalom
Let’s talk some more
but, as we talk, please break the chains

 

Salaam, Shalom, Salom, Shalaam

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

There’ll be no slaves and masters there

 

 

February 27, 2003