Land
Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land
There is no sugar in the promised land.
Why must the bars turn neon now when, Love,
I'm already drunk
The hour has come to redeem the pledge
Clearly, these men were here only to destroy,
a mosque now the dust of a prejudiced land.
Will the Doomsayers die, bitten with envy,
when springtime returns to our dismissed land?
The hour has come to redeem the pledge
Writer/s: Agha Shahid Ali, Andy Clausen
