On October the 7th, the precarious peace
of the disputed ancient lands began to cease.
The enraged avengers brought the Al-Aqsa flood
that deluged the Re'im music festival with blood.
Then very swiftly came the lopsided response
that decimated women and children at once.
The zionists' war machine sweeps the Gazan land,
rendering its closely compacted earth to flatland.
The Mosques, churches, schools, and hospitals are all gone.
Scores wail uncontrollably aloud as they mourn.
Having no point of refuge, refugees take flight
as they seek for bombshelters with no hopes in sight.
Hamas belligerents their explosive arrows throw
at overwhelmed defenses of an ageold foe.
Zionists with torrential explosives respond
with offensive operations within and beyond.
Oh that the Gaza strip might tranquility know!
Oh that the blood in the West bank would cease to flow!
Oh that Israel would flourish and as a nation grow!
Oh that the warring factions would the seed of peace sow!
Oh that the two warring factions would merry and dance!
Oh that the two state solution was given a chance!
We were tight — we were thick as thieves
Only we didn’t quite know it then
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your only kind of friend
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Became unwitting belligerents in our war
In Pikersville —
We were small-time
But we had big ideas and big words
In Pikersville —
Strictly small-time
The chosen steer marked out from the herd
Now, a generation or more is passed
And we’ve reared up our own
To take up the Piker mantle, once again
To walk the casual hallways
In our glorious institutions
And glow like stars in a constellation of friends
And we band of brothers
Went marching through the streets
Ready to take that dirty old town by storm
And we band of brothers,
Whoever we did meet
Were drafted as belligerents in our war
Small town — small change — full of big ideas
This is the story of a soldier,
one that swore his life and gave it all,
hold tight for this rollercoaster,
I can all ready hear you bawl.
You should have seen their joy,
he and his fellow belligerents where easy gulls,
there was no need for a decoy,
there were smiles everywhere and then there was a bullet to her skull.
He could have been a purple heart but his wounds weren't physical,
he got home alive and well but so they thought,
he would lay in bed dreaming about his previous obstacle,
his screaming at night they thought would be the worst.
They should have hidden his gun,
and in a blink of an eye another one was gone.
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Keep digging trenches,
Enemy bodies piled in ditches,
No intuition for this is no heaven vision,
Where is God in wars religion,
Indecision, nervous flinches, Napalm bombs on all divisions,
Stoic mission, missiles hissing,
Men in anguish hate to listen,
Crosshairs within and cowards prisoned,
Reapers laughing no repentance,
Superstition is omission,
No surrender in fears secretion,
Wage extension that hallow pension,
Shell shock stock all ammunition,
Peaceful fission the last redemption,
Death so vital in attrition,
Nuclear assistance,
End of existence,
Vision intention of nations decision,
Sanction schism, bomb in rhythm,
Open up lets make a difference,
Now the world is a burning pit,
Legions of generals worship it,
Reason the guilty of dying unequipped,
Bleeding lesions in war never for the innocent only belligerents
Ah...
bemused,
bountiful,
belligerents.
Covering caskets,
cocooning, cringing cracks
doubting, desolate, dodgers;
forever fishing, finding fist,
that will always swim before they hit.
Eagerly joining the nation's martial order,
Becoming Uncle Sam's itinerant boarder,
Pledging to defend my country's border,
Against foreign malice and internal disorder.
Callously disregarding my own personal ambition,
Carelessly abandoning familial bonds and social position,
Caustically enlisting in the my country's latest inquisition,
Cheerfully pledging to defend abstract values without condition.
Forthrightly conditioned to to obey without recourse,
Instantly melded into mindless, fraternal force,
A provisioned robot, a designated national resource,
Vetted to die for patriotic cause without slightest remorse.
Subjugated to the imperial dictums of state,
Compensated a minimal wage for perilous fate,
Commissioned to fight amorphous foes without face,
Trained to annihilate belligerents without trace.
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