The story begins, they’ll say, in the fall of ‘23
When the inmates in the prison camp broke free
Attacking military targets, 400 soldiers dead
If you listen to survivors, so many of them said
Most others who were killed, died during the fight
As the army came in, destroying everything in sight
Smashing down the buildings upon fighters, upon kids
All the evidence suggests that’s exactly what they did
And then the Air Force took no time at all
To bomb hospitals and churches and to make the towers fall
The western media just repeats the lies
While every minute or so, another child dies
Buried beneath the rubble of homes and schools and playgrounds
Crushed just seconds after hearing the deafening sounds
Of bombs exploding everywhere, underneath the rockslide
Around the world people shouting, “stop the genocide”
At least ten thousand killed in just the first four weeks
They killed five thousand children to bomb the men they seek
But what’s happened up to this point will pale in compare
With the gravity of what I'm about to share
With more than a million children, it seems impossible to think
The IDF wants no one to have anything to drink
They’re bombing water tanks there by the oceanside...
They walled off the ghetto almost twenty years ago
Sealed it off on all sides to throttle off the flow
Of what might go in or out, like things to drink or eat
Medicine or people or necessities to meet
The needs of 2 million, trapped beneath the bombs
Beneath the chemical weapons burning skin like napalm
Beneath all the bunker-busters the US has provided...
The world watches on, in outrage and in fear
As the latest “war to end all wars” is here
Like the most deadly game of chess, the US Navy in the harbor
As if to dare anyone to try to stop the slaughter
As the facts on the ground are more dire by the second
If we look into the future how will this be reckoned
We ask each other in the streets, marching side by side...
All of those who wondered what would I have done
The last time there was such a holocaust as this one
Are faced with the dilemma that's bursting at the seam
How to stop the madness of this Israeli regime
How to stop the killing before everybody dies
While there are any parents left to hear the cries
Of their children in the rubble just before they died...
When the inmates in the prison camp broke free
Attacking military targets, 400 soldiers dead
If you listen to survivors, so many of them said
Most others who were killed, died during the fight
As the army came in, destroying everything in sight
Smashing down the buildings upon fighters, upon kids
All the evidence suggests that’s exactly what they did
And then the Air Force took no time at all
To bomb hospitals and churches and to make the towers fall
The western media just repeats the lies
While every minute or so, another child dies
Buried beneath the rubble of homes and schools and playgrounds
Crushed just seconds after hearing the deafening sounds
Of bombs exploding everywhere, underneath the rockslide
Around the world people shouting, “stop the genocide”
At least ten thousand killed in just the first four weeks
They killed five thousand children to bomb the men they seek
But what’s happened up to this point will pale in compare
With the gravity of what I'm about to share
With more than a million children, it seems impossible to think
The IDF wants no one to have anything to drink
They’re bombing water tanks there by the oceanside...
They walled off the ghetto almost twenty years ago
Sealed it off on all sides to throttle off the flow
Of what might go in or out, like things to drink or eat
Medicine or people or necessities to meet
The needs of 2 million, trapped beneath the bombs
Beneath the chemical weapons burning skin like napalm
Beneath all the bunker-busters the US has provided...
The world watches on, in outrage and in fear
As the latest “war to end all wars” is here
Like the most deadly game of chess, the US Navy in the harbor
As if to dare anyone to try to stop the slaughter
As the facts on the ground are more dire by the second
If we look into the future how will this be reckoned
We ask each other in the streets, marching side by side...
All of those who wondered what would I have done
The last time there was such a holocaust as this one
Are faced with the dilemma that's bursting at the seam
How to stop the madness of this Israeli regime
How to stop the killing before everybody dies
While there are any parents left to hear the cries
Of their children in the rubble just before they died...
envoyé par Dq82 - 4/5/2024 - 09:00
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Notes From A Holocaust