I listen to what’s being said
about the Madleen on the Med
& know that truth is somewhere hid
upon the waves of what was did.
The what was didnt, didn’t land
The what was couldnt understand
The why was simple, couldn’t see
The how was when things ceased to be.
There ceased to be, upon the sea
A sense of common decency
Instead the story represents
A nadir in our hopes defence.
The when is now in escalation
Passing thru each senseless station
Greta and the Motley crew
A conscience held by trackers view.
The what was didnt, didn’t land
The what was couldnt understand
The why was simple, couldn’t see
The how was when things ceased to be.
To shine a light upon starvation
Manifest a live frustration
Calling on each sovereign nation
To raise a flag of indignation.
Powder white from drones above
A piracy which targets love
The sickness caused by angers hate
Upon the waves of twisted fate.
The what was didnt, didn’t land
The what was couldnt understand
The why was simple, couldn’t see
The how was when things ceased to be.
An SOS, the IDS
An emblem of mankinds distress
A tiny vessel held within
A storming cesspool full of sin.
To gather up a vast flotilla
Sail towards the arab killers
Smash the blockade and the hold
Of lies that we are being told.
The what was didnt, didn’t land
The what was couldnt understand
The why was simple, couldn’t see
The how was when things ceased to be.
To call upon the fish and furies
Speak the truth and tell the stories
Break the blockade, aid the Gazans
Swing on rope, a jungless Tarzan.
As into Danger Madleen sailed
Full knowing chances likely fail
Compelled upon a futile dream
To shine a light on darkness seen.
The heroes of the madcap mission
Facing Zions extradition
Forced to watch more propaganda
Twisting views of modern slander.
The what was didnt, didn’t land
The what was couldnt understand
The why was simple, couldn’t see
The how was when things ceased to be.
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