A Palestinian's Engineering Dream
Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza just along the Gaza strip
But the Israeli's being what they are; I thought my sales could take a dip
So I thought I'd build a set of tunnels starting from just beneath my feet
The guy from Hamas came and thought my tunnel plans looked quite neat
I employed a load of freeloading Egyptian labourers I got 'em on the cheap
I paid ‘em with unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat
We built a cafe serving up falafel and played loud music to cover up the din
And It must have worked as the locals never seemed to have heard a thing
Took us over 3 months to reach the darn Israelis wall of concrete and steel
Damn if they were not waiting for us shouting, "Are you lot for flippin’ real”
They sent all of us back to Gaza; with a rocket launcher up everyone's *ss
Shouting: You ain't getting in here sunshine’s, not without a flaming’ pass
The Egyptians’ were not very happy but hey that's not so unusual for them
Try thinkin' of employing us to build another tunnel well you can think again
We then all arrived back at the Syed café; just to find, it had shut up sharp
Apparently; there had been a 100% sale on, down at the bazaar supermart
The Egyptians’ looking a ghostly white from months of working in the dust
Suddenly disappeared; they had all absconded outta here, on the local bus
Sitting on a dusty chair down at the Syed cafe; I watched as Gaza did burn
While totting up the jukebox to the sounds of The House of the Rising Sun
O' a Palestinians’ lot, is not an easy lot, of this, you can be more than sure
Just ask anyone from Farah to Beit Hanoun; they all know the bloody score
Damn Israelis’ won't be happy until they have us all mowed down like we lice
As have us all sold off to the West bank pretending that they are selling rice
The guy from Hamas reappeared saying those tunnel plans looked quite neat
Have a thousand unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat
Well' a Palestinians’ lot, is not a happy lot; but in the end, he will not be beat
I opened a local vendor stall just a stone's throw at the bottom of my street
Selling a thousand unwanted skull caps; & a load of knocked off kosher meat
Lulling the days when a guy from Hamas thought my tunnel plans looked neat
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
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