The Land Between Rivers

Our Journey was already well underway

Before we took flight

And The Land Between Rivers would be the runway

No landing strip in sight

No strangers to struggle or strife in our day

We'd seen it before

But any such things would be nought to compare

We were yet to see more

Could it be that The Land Between Rivers

Was the cradle of what we'd become

But the grave of what we ought to be?

A creature of language, no other exists

Of which we're aware

But when at last put on paper, the fruits of our words

Would truly come to bare

With our thoughts on a page and a plough in the field

The seeds would be sewn

For history as we know it to begin

And for land to be owned

Could it be that The Land Between Rivers

Was the cradle of what we'd become

But the grave of what we ought to be?

Euphrates to the south, the Tigris to the North

A star chart in one hand and the other a sword

And so it would be...

We filled up our granaries, emptied the Earth

We'd nations to build

With armies to feed and a world to divide

And a fate to fulfil

From Babylon, Sumer, Sargon of Akkad

A trend would arise

With genocide as much as distant galaxies

Reflected in our eyes

Could it be that The Land Between Rivers

Was the cradle of what we'd become

But the grave of what we ought to be?

Could it be that The Land Between Rivers

Was the cradle of what we'd become

But the grave of what we ought to be?