A journey chasing the sun,
Our tired eyes weary,
Our tired ears unaccustomed.
Wide and staring, we look.
Just as unusual and alien to them.
This, a step out of the goldfish bowl,
Everglades of stone,
Palaces to be.
Poor, penniless people,
In a state of permanent no hope.
Where is home? They have none.
Slaving to our western civilisation,
And we’re on our way to Moses Mountain.
Greedy eyes snatching glimpses,
Kissing white burning skin,
Ah, the wonders of a different world,
So desperate to be born again.
Why, because of location our status
Our status is highbred, what makes us so much more
When they, so young, are wrenched
From their families
Into this holiday makers no mans land?
To see the sunrise,
Where Moses once stood,
The holy ground which belongs to them,
And their fathers and mothers before them,
Stolen and created,
A bush set to light,
Entertainment for whom?
Yes, us white.
I wish, I wish, I wish
To change this world
And make grey instead of
Black and white.
From Sharm el Sheik, Egypt. A tourist trip to MT Sinai.