Flights of Fancy
Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews
People just like me and you
No matter how they learned to pray
They went to meet their gods that day
Flights of fancy, flights of joy
Filled with old men, girls and boys
The skies were filled as ne’er before
Turned into the tools of war
Two proud brothers stood so tall
But pride it comes before a fall
Into their bodies terror flew
The world stood by and asked “What shall we do ?”
How can we teach our sons and daughters
A lesson from this needless slaughter
An eye for eye is what we seek
Or should we turn the other cheek
Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews
People just like me and you
No matter how they learned to pray
They went to meet their gods that day
Tony Prior (c)
8th October 2001