Be, and I was. Falling through the fog 

Written Law on the corpses of my children,

I saw their ashes and leather mingle 

Man send signals from their cremation 

I witnessed the Birth of a Nation 

O sickness of fallen angels, O temptation

O waif in my arms cradled, have ye forgot?

I, the visage of the Lord, whose shelter ye sought

I stand before you reborn, naked, subdued

Lucifer and Prometheus, through shop window viewed

A chained heathen, I cast my Glory and Truth

To thy feet now firm, but you turn away 

You come to me in the Night and curse me in the day

You enslave the child who smears my roots and prays

You worship might and revere Death and Pain

Satan who yearns for time Allah has ordained. 

For when the Light catches the wick 

Igniting the elderly and the sick 

Setting fire to the child newborn 

Thy worn working brow will give up 

I, who founded the land, will wither 

I, who saw Saladin bow in the stirrup 

I, survivor of Turkey and Britain 

An olive tree neither East nor West 

My hearts aching as my children left 

My bark rotting as their bombs fell

Oh I will melt into the flames irascent 

I will ascend, Muhammad from the Rock 

I will lock the doors to the heavens 

They will assent only to the Keys 

They will heed only my Friend, the Ghost and the Child

I will suckle the babes with my fruit and oil.