Since I've worn diapers
the world has wept for Israel
It was only after I began to walk
That I began to weep as well
When I learned to read
I wept tears of tar and feathers
It is not that I don't care
Torn from their beds by crazed animals
For some ghost of an offense
They had the audacity to live free
Just like Emmett Till
Doors kicked in and fires set
screams in the language of hate
They have the nerve to use the name of God
but not wear white sheets
But at least their wives are at home
making dinner for the family
and their tired black hearted soldier
There are no apples for the pies
There are no hot dogs and barbeque
Their cameras lack the film to celebrate
Instead they send videos
threatening to kill hostages
And Israel lights up the sky
with their arrogance
When will the missiles fall
for all the men
who crossed the railroad tracks
just to be tied to them again?
I'm tired of weeping.
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