La lega degli umani

Mentre su New York calavano ieri le prime ombre della sera, e si continuava a discutere di cosa dovesse essere incluso nella famigerata risoluzione del Consiglio di Sicurezza che dovrebbe aprire la strada per una seconda fase meno cruenta degli scontri in Libano, m'è tornata in mente una canzane hyper-1980s degli Human League che si intitolava, per l'appunto, Lebanon. Il testo non è niente di che (la musica e l'interpretazione erano molto meglio). Il commento banale è che pare scritta ieri:

Lebanon
She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine
Before the soldiers came
The life was cheap on bread and wine
And sharing meant no shame
She is awakened by the screams
Of rockets flying from nearby
And scared she clings onto her dreams
To beat the fear that she might die

And who will have won
When the soldiers have gone
From the lebanon
The lebanon

Before he leaves the camp he stops
He scans the world outside
And where there used to be some shops
Is where the snipers sometimes hide
He left his home the week before
He thought hed be like the police
But now he finds he is at war
Werent we supposed to keep the peace

And who will have won
When the soldiers have gone
From the lebanon
The lebanon
The lebanon
From the lebanon

I must be dreaming
It cant be true
I must be dreaming
It cant be true

And who will have won
When the soldiers have gone?
From the lebanon
The lebanon
The lebanon
From the lebanon