O’ gentle pain and angry serenity
We hide our being behind flimsy screens
For we use aspirin and valium pills
Morphine and codeine, vitamins and Seraphims
Is our life worth more than heavenly eternity?
Others in Palestine scream
For Zion to stop the genocide
It sells as a day in October retribution
For a self-induced century-old affliction
With gleeful anger on a nasty godly side
Bombs and pagers and phosphorus white
Counted in pounds, kilos and many biggoodles
Turning flimsy tents and houses into rubbles
Piles of concrete, limbs and severed heads
Blood oozing soon drying in the heat of dreads
Running towards a hospital destroyed
Helpers with stretchers stopped by dust
To the summary made morgue now
Mass grave where mangled bodies burst