(For the people of Palestine.)
They spill our blood
With heartless goals
They fill the flood
With our drained souls
The bombs they drop
The guns they fire
Will never stop
Til we expire
We have no hope
We have few friends
It’s hard to cope
With no amends
They just don’t care
They want us dead
It’s hardly fair
They’ve lost their head
They stole our land
But they want more
How can they stand
Their rotten core?
We live in fear
The terror is real
But can they hear
The ache we feel?
There is no use
We have to fight
No more abuse
It ends tonight
Through our sorrow
We cannot say
There is no tomorrow
Only yesterday
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, July 13, 2014
6:55 p.m.
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