Raise A Soldier From The Dead

Raise a soldier from the dead
Take him back to a time
When foreign lands were just a dream
And food grew from your own vine

Take the flag down from the pole
So the holes can all be resewn
Though light will still penetrate
The bombs will never be known

Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!

Cast your prayers into the air
To be heard by Abraham’s God
Let reason pretend not to care
As long as men can be awed

Now we take him for ourselves
Because we no longer share
Heaven is too small for others
As our minds do solemnly swear

Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!

Show the poor the sun and moon
And let them know they’ll be theirs soon
For nothing of this earth can be believed
Except love for the child they conceived

Show the rich diamonds and gold
Or anything else that may be sold
For nothing in the sky will they possess
So it is the ground they must undress

Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!

Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!

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Micky Dee 4 years ago

Nicely done again amigo.


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Pearldiver 4 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time.

Very thought provoking and 'ditto' per Micky's superb eye.. cheers for sharing... PD

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