Beautiful Ruins

I stepped off of the train
I looked around me-all was uncertain
Somewhere somebody screamed
Shadows were struggling behind a curtain
I looked around-everything was changed
Where was I standing, who
was I standing for?

I walked into the beautiful ruins
of the old temple, under a full moon
Shadows long as a human fell from the rubble
Hey, what am I doing?
What have they done, what happened? I cried
Who broke the altar? Who brought division here?

I took up arms against my homeland
I chose my weapon and joined up with the partisans

All books, each trace of culture burned and destroyed now
We just have each other, striving
out on this desert, the natives and exiles-
above us, the vultures

I took up arms against my homeland
I chose my weapon and joined up with the partisans