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Bodies rent on the ground

Bullet ridden innocent Hind,

She no longer utters a sound

And do the soldiers care,

I hope she is always there

In their hideous, horror filled nightmares,

And as the sound of the drones

Keep coming in committing the ultimate sin,

I hope the soldiers are haunted as they should be

And I think that they will never find a release,

As the genocide gets worse I hope they know

That they reap the rewards that they sow,

A darkness that will flourish in their hearts

And a shadow lingering like a dark art,

Deep within their soul tearing it asunder

For the child killers blowing kids heads apart,

And for every baby denied any kind of life

From the river to the sea they’ll be no more light,

And if they take over Gaza they will feel the blight

And it will disturb their consciousness and their sight,

So that while they exist they’ll always be the fight

Of trying to banish the nightmares and fright,

But it is there now and will remain

Right up to the end of their wicked lives.