Written On The Forehead

People throwing dinars at the belly dancers

In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil

People throw belongings, a life-time's earnings

Amongst the scattered rubbish and suitcases on the sidewalk



Date palms and orange and tangerine trees

And eyes are crying for everything



(Let it burn, burn burn burn, blood and fire)



So I talked to an old man by the generator

He was standing on the gravel by the fetid river

He turned to me and then surveyed the scene

Said "War is here in our beloved city"



(Let it burn, burn burn burn, blood and fire)



Some dove in the river and tried to swim away

Through tons of sewage, fate written on their foreheads



Date palms and orange and tangerine trees

And eyes are crying for everything



Let it burn

Let it burn

Let it burn, burn, burn