Sing a song of Gaza, a pocket full of tears
Four and twenty zionists fill the world with cheers
When the cheers are silenced, Peace can find its way
To live beside your fellow man and see that he’s OK
The King was in his counting house, counting up the debt
The Queen was in the graveyard, Trump was on his Jet
Maid was in the Garden, burying the bones
When down came an order for thirty thousand drones.
Sing a song of Zion, a pocket full of shame
More and plenty hatred, genocidal aims
When the lies are spoken, truth becomes deranged
Justifying heinous crimes the politicians aim.
The Doctor in her hospital counting up the dead
Mothers living nightmares, quaking in her bed
Children in the rubble, hearing what is said
When down came another lie and chopped off their head.
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