What would make grown men cry,
And haunt them to their beds,
Is a sight of slaughtered mothers,
And bullets in their chidren's heads.
Can't they see that they are all innocent,
Can't they think before they resort to violence,
Cries for mercy meant nothing,
As guns kept shooting, and bombs kept dropping,
Little kids can now no longer,
Enjoy the simplicity of a laughter,
When all they see is murder, murder,
To fight them guns, they only have a prayer,
Blood stained debris,
That tells of unspoken stories,
Of the merciless savages,
That kills off every gender and age.
I've heard of a ceasefire,
But how longer before the liars,
Engage on another bloodshed,
And let their insatiable greed be fed.
LET THEM ZIONISTS ROT IN THE FOULEST DEPTHS OF HELL,
AND WHEN REAL TRUCE WILL BE PRONOUNCED, NOONE COULD TELL
SAVE GAZA, THE MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN
AND STOP ALL THESE USELESS, BLOODY NONSENSE.