NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Now we are going home

After the fierce battle we have won

Fought on top of the hills of Megiddo

With rusty short knives

That shade blue blood

Now we are going home

Reminiscence of the days on mount camel

Where the giants came with bulala

The heavens threw pebbles 

The western wind flogged with the tongue 

Like chameleon we moved with cunning 

With the end not at sight

Now we are going home

Clutching the tail of the peacock

And an eagle’s feather on our red caps

Back could not turn

Lest to a pillar of salt could turn

Now we are going home

Though the road seems dark

Vultures perch on tree branches 

Owls hoot in their hid-outs 

Black cats wink and stare at us 

But now we must get home

For at the end of the dark is a candle

Which only the awake could clutch

For the heavens no longer rain manna

But now we must get home

                                                                 No place like home