An army of the loved ones, roll defeated to the sea
The winter monster not the tourist dream
But Nature’s bile tossing little boats and people
Into the Ice cold, breath grabbing sea and
Little children scream and swallow the cold green water
And vomit their lives away in terrified bleak loneliness
Others freeze to death. Oh! How far the Promised Land?
Defeated by hate, by fear and misery
Kids numbly lost, mums with sons and dads alone
In desperation clasp at hands not there,
Where who knows? Drowned or torn away
by bullet, bomb, or some barbarity
But land at last and rescuers brave and kind
How close the Promised Land?
From home where once a family lived as one,
where fear reigns and bombs rain down.
A loaf of bread was all we wanted
but now my son, he’s dead
Up sticks; cum’on, we can make it to the Promised Land
Mums with fatherless sons, children all alone
Strike out, to raw hostility,
How far the Promised Land?
