On the Golan Heights

He said, this land is my land

To the Shiites

And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath

He said, I see you, you thief

This land is my land

And this sand is my sand

And this band is my band

Oh the lonely boys

Lookin’ over their shoulder

Checkin out every boulder in the park

Where the gates are closed from hate

After dark

And the Pope rolled up in his armored van

He fell on his knees and kissed the land

He said something that I did not understand

It was in polish

Then up stepped an aide

He said, I will translate

Here is what His Holiness said:

‘I am the Chief Jesuit.’

‘This land is Jesus’ land.’

‘And that is all’

‘All that there is to it.’

Hail Mary

Mother of God

And in New York City

The business man in his mohair suit

In the world trade center

Puffs on his cheroot

And he said,

Well I don’t care who owns the desert sands

My brief

Is with the hydrocarbons underneath

And the sea of battle rages

Around the ancient tombs

And mother nature licks her wounds

And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith

Who are nervous in the park