They lay there ahead us our possible paths br some star-eyed and lazy some frightened and lost br a warning to anyone still in command br of their possible future to lay bare br Palestine line, the poppies entwine br With UN trucks lying in wait for the next crime br Do you remember the past? Now it’s too much too fast br Can’t we see? The day’s coming closer br br Hamas rules the Bank and nearly has a br Complete influence on the Strip at Gaza br Her cold eyes imploring the men in their acts br for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs br Stepping up boldly one threw his left shoe br The crew countered swiftly with justice due br Do you remember the blast? Was not the first or last br Can’t we see? The day’s coming closer br br By the cold and religious we were taken in hand br Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad br Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray br Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay br Strung out behind us the conflicts and sides br And the stink of Hezbollah lies low where it hides br The sanctified promises fell through the crags br And our possible paths lie in tatters and rags br br Don’t you foresee the vast br Numbers surrender past br A killing spree? The day’s coming closerbr br Mason Maestrobr br