And in the last day it shall come to pass
That we shall lie peacefully on the grass,
Enjoy the sea tranquil, soft and serene
And watch happy children roll on the green.
It shall come to pass that we shall celebrate
Our anniversaries with no bombs to waste
Our festive singing or dancing at all
So as to go home with body and soul.
It shall come to pass that Arabs and Jews
Shall stop reading or listening to the news,
And instead wander freely without fear
To shed consequently even one tear.
We shall leisurely relax together
And shoot the breeze or do whatsoever.
It shall come to pass that we shall picnic
And have a meal without fear or panic.
We shall play beach ball too without stumbling
Over a suspect object and start grumbling.
It shall come to pass that the peace thinkers
Shall become for a change the peace makers.
They shall come out of their cozy saloons
And stop hiding in bubbles or balloons.
It shall come to pass that the religious
Shall stick to religion and be pious.
They shall preach peace, love and coexistence
And not hatred and bloody resistence.
It shall come to pass that no extremist
Shall have the ground to survive or exist
Unless he works in the fields and grows corn,
So as to feed the mouths yet to be born.
It shall come to pass that we shall teach love
Rather than trying to shoot the peace dove.
The Jews shan’t see the Arabs as their foes
And the Arabs shan’t rejoice at their woes.
It shall come to pass that I shall be then
A more trusted and desired citizen,
I shan’t be again intimidated,
Deprived, hated or discriminated.
It shall come to pass that the government
Shall not confiscate at any moment
Our land for we shall be equal by then
And not considered as a damn burden.
It shall come to pass that after we roam
And enjoy the scenery we shall go home
Safe and sound for we’ll be living in peace
And life will be as soft as a lamb’s fleece.
We’ll be having our favorite ice cream
Without having to die, get hurt or scream.
It shall come to pass that when we do fish,
We shall catch some real fish and not rubbish.
We shall go for a swim in pure rivers
Without having to risk our oun livers.
It shall come to pass that our woods shall stay
And they’ll never disappear or decay.
Our wild life shall be even more preserved
And the public shall not be so preserved.
It shall come to pass that the streets shall be
Filled with activity and jubilee,
They shan’t be deserted for every one
Needs not to run before the setting sun.
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