The Journey
The tents along the way will be many
Hesitate not to enter them
Bask in the arms of Kindness
Lie down, rest
For the journey is long

Then walk and walk
For miles and miles
With the old
And with the young
Until you reach its outskirts
Until you see it from afar

There, honor the hospitable
By accepting their food
And accepting their drinks

Fear not if the terrorists strike
Fear not if bodies fall
If blood covers the walls
And dust fills the air

Pay your respects and come home

Return, safely, my son
I love you