They have bombs in Israel
Which they throw from the skies
Poor old Palestinians subhuman
Let them all die.
And they said the Palestinians are cruel
They attacked in the night
But Israel burns down towns
It ain’t a pleasant sight.
And the war continues
Palestinians without food
Water is scarce
The streets their refuge.
And medicines the Palestinians have none
Even doctors die
Hospitals shelled by guns
No help comes by.
And homeless and orphaned
Children cry
Their mothers gunned down
They live in pig sties.
But Palestinians aren’t human
Just a filthy race
Their tears remind us
Of the fascist state.
And Israel says we shall never stop
Until all of the them are dead
When someone asks what kids have done
They say it’s a secret of the state.
And the terror spreads
In response to terror they say
But who is guilty
Certainly not babies who were born yesterday.
And the firing continues
Bombs go off
Hospitals and houses
Turned into dust.
But Israelis say we defend
But from what?
Did the children fire rockets and guns?
Oh, says Israel they fired first.
And those who came in
On gliders and foot
Do their children deserve to die
Filth under your boots.
But the brutal war continues
No end, no peace in sight
How many innocents must die
Before infants and toddlers lose the fight.
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About the Creator
Ricky Lahiri
I am a researcher during the day and a poet and novelist at night. I am greatly influenced by the poetry of T.S. Elliot, Robert Browning and Robert Frost and by the prose of Leo Tolstoy, Dostoevsky and Dickens.
Comments (1)
Beautiful. I love seeing this topic on Vocal. It needs to be discussed, shared, and talked about more. Free Gaza. ❤️🇵🇸