JOY JOY

How to sing front of a liar 

We are the people

We are the temple

We are the Throne in our land

We are the Rulers  

We are the Custodians of our land   

Here we come for our land

The Pilgrimage of stars

Wondrous land

Many olive laden trees  

We are the laurels

We are the holist executioners

We are the people

We are the rulers of our land

Here we come for our land 


Update; This from NYT

...that there just doesn’t seem to be an effective middle ground between military action and Mr. Annan’s diplomacy. ...

 Annan’s futile singsong is a gory gory rope. Without thought through, when you are dealing with a killer you should act as an executioner, is not lovely dovely! When you are dealing with thieves you dealing with henchman’s consonant not a virtues men’s garrote!