Dreamers of Cairo

Love in War

Darlin', do not ask me to measure

The depths of the love we share.

If you were here, I always think

Life would shine, eternally

We share our grief, so why argue

Over the sorrows of the world

Your countenance is the assurance

Of perennial spring, everywhere

What is the cost of this world....

If not the galaxy of your eyes...

Like the two drops of coffee in milk

If only I found you, the Universe

Would be enthralled

This wasn't how it should have been,

Except that I wanted it to be

I know, austerity stinks through my collars, but

There are more sorrows in this world, darlin'

Beyond the anguish of love

There is more to satisfaction

Than the relief of lover's nest;

The blight of dark magic that has taken over;

Magic of the time paused beyond counting

Tell me, how can I stop myself from not kneeling down

At the altar of savagery and loathe

When young flesh is up for sale

Draped in silk, satin and brocade; everywhere,

In alleys and bazaars of Raqqa

Bazaars where cigarettes is the price

And soul the object

Bazaars where mannequins have real hearts

Tell me, darlin', how can I go blind

Blind to this misfortune, our time witnesses

The illuminated skins get auctioned

I am dragged in the swamp of wilderness

Tell me, upon witnessing this, should I remain untrue

Or should I go and change my point of view

My inability to un-peruse at the fragile bodies

Bathed in shimmer and gold from far, but

As I get closer, all I see is blood and fear

Dripping through their clothes of pestilence

Tell me, darlin', how can I stop my eyes from gazing,

What should I do?

Your indefinable beauty still allures me, but

What should I do?

There are sorrows in this world

Beyond the bliss of your beauty

There is more to satisfaction

Than the relief of lover's nest;

So then, darlin', amidst the trade of souls

Why would you still ask me to measure?

Measure the depths of the love we share.