I Dreamed Sunday

Strange, that an entire dream last night revolved around one song.

Sunday Bloody Sunday
written and performed by U2

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cos tonight
We can be as one, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Oh, let's go

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

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It fits the current state of the world, I suppose. Last Friday we recited qunut nazilah during the congregation. What else can we do but pray?