Everything is burning as I watch the video
She crawls out of the ruins, venturing to go
Out in search of water, the final human need
Although the consequences are almost guaranteed
As she goes out in the open, beneath the killer drones
Which aims its sights on her, then shreds her to her bones
Then waits for any people who might be fool enough to try
Come to fetch her body, beneath the smoke-filled sky
Two million people behind the ghetto wall
Wait for two-ton bombs to fall
To crush and burn the schools and tents
Where your whole extended family went
Scores more murdered with each passing day
With so many more on the edge of being taken away
Surrounded by tanks that fire at will
And the rest of the world stands by still
Completely surrounded with no food getting in
Ghost-like faces, impossibly thin
Kids that look like babies, babies born
Thirsty, starving, and forlorn
Men are being taken to who knows where
The elderly, the babies, the wounded in wheelchairs
With donkey carts and wagons, south on cue
As the drones above the rubble ordered them to do
They’re carrying out the Generals’ Plan
Which means kill all the kids that you possibly can
Anyone moving, soldiers take aim
Who they are doesn’t matter, they’re all the same
Make no distinctions, orders decree
Killing them all is just how it must be
And right now in New Jersey you can buy shares
In the resort Jared Kushner plans to build there
She crawls out of the ruins, venturing to go
Out in search of water, the final human need
Although the consequences are almost guaranteed
As she goes out in the open, beneath the killer drones
Which aims its sights on her, then shreds her to her bones
Then waits for any people who might be fool enough to try
Come to fetch her body, beneath the smoke-filled sky
Two million people behind the ghetto wall
Wait for two-ton bombs to fall
To crush and burn the schools and tents
Where your whole extended family went
Scores more murdered with each passing day
With so many more on the edge of being taken away
Surrounded by tanks that fire at will
And the rest of the world stands by still
Completely surrounded with no food getting in
Ghost-like faces, impossibly thin
Kids that look like babies, babies born
Thirsty, starving, and forlorn
Men are being taken to who knows where
The elderly, the babies, the wounded in wheelchairs
With donkey carts and wagons, south on cue
As the drones above the rubble ordered them to do
They’re carrying out the Generals’ Plan
Which means kill all the kids that you possibly can
Anyone moving, soldiers take aim
Who they are doesn’t matter, they’re all the same
Make no distinctions, orders decree
Killing them all is just how it must be
And right now in New Jersey you can buy shares
In the resort Jared Kushner plans to build there
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As the genocide of the Palestinian people carried out by the Israeli military accelerates, I haven't written as much as I did during the first several months of the Israeli horrors. Every murdered child deserves many songs, but at the same time, what more is there to say? How many different ways are there to rephrase "stop killing the children"?
But I did write nine songs, and one poem, between August and October, 2024, and they're all on this album, along with a new recording of a song I wrote in 2016 (guess which one).