Don’t Palestinians know, who’s their real foe
And who faux fiend they daren’t call “A friend”
Who makes them martyrs, sells their woe
To the world, vainly wailing, “Palestine will end”!
O’er fear’s minefields, you’re whose safe-shields
Which faith they follow who parade your pain
And glean away your deathly yields
For a vain propaganda far more than profane!
Don’t forget who shot that first bullet
Which set ablaze this inferno
Your trials, travails, tears, blood and sweat/
Your trials, travails, tears, soul’s sacred debt
Are all now devoured by your ‘Carrion-Crow’!
“If you don’t have bread, have blood instead”
Sermonizes Hamas to unwary martyrs
“If you have no roof, make grave your bed
You shall earn heaven, by His Holy Orders”!
Under reign of fear, with, facade of faith
You are whose pawns, whose political bets
Your Palestine is turning to a wraith
WHILST HAMAS SERVES YOU BLOOD OMELETTES!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra