Wheel still be in the mire.

Nameless are the multitudes, the victims of an endless feud

& shameless are the voices who pour oil upon the fire

Witless are the arguments of those who call it self defence

A vantage point upon the fence, the hypocrites and liars

Innocent the many dead, the fallen mothers, rivers red

& those who died from being unfed, the bones upon the pye

Guilty are the Zionists, polluting truth with gleeful twist

A victimhood the lie insists a lust which will never tire

When all is said and all is done, when all the races have been run

When all is lost and nothing won we’ll still be in the mire.


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