Granada Mi Amor Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

In the time of the almighty Moors
Granada had open windows, open doors.

Together were the crescents, stars and crosses,
Respected by the children of Mohammed, Moses and Jesus.

Without constant war, the culture flourished,
With the growth of love, all children were cherished.

Such Utopias do not last long,
Because religious fanatics think peace is wrong.

'My god is the only one, Disbelievers must die,
I will smash the harmony, blow your world to the sky'.

When the wars are over, and the fanatics have gone,
Granada with three gods again, no more alone.