Song of Ishmael

[peter danielsen]

The Lord did hear my suffering
and now they shed the blood
what started as a finger prick
became the strangest flood

The dark prince of our Holy Land
did turn his hand on us
he raped my daughter, killed my son
it didn't make him blush

My Feelings do upset me though
I do not know these men
but he who heard my suffering
will lead them out again