Viatorem – Nakba

Eye for an eye
Leaves the whole world blind
But justice mine

Laid bare, the hypocrisy of rhetoric
Placate or play dead, or turn away in shame
Televised genocide
A conversation between the sword and the neck always ends in bloodshed
Homes dismantled, society unravelled
Families on a death march, reduced to ash

Cold
Like mannequins they fall
Childhood stolen through a scope
Generational trauma
Another body in the road
If the only option is
Molotovs, crowbars and bricks
Blessed be the insurrection
From river wide to sea distant

What good is a ceasefire
When there’s nothing left to burn
Immolated in hellfire
Homes, schools and hospitals
Laid to waste

This pain is everlasting
Bloodlines erased, history repeating
Never again, never again
Hollow words spit by lying tongues
The student has become the master

This is what our ruling classes
Have decided will be normal
Ethnic cleansing, colonisation
Extermination

Eye for an eye
Leaves the whole world blind
But justice mine

Like mannequins they fall
Childhood stolen through a scope
Generational trauma
Ten more bodies in the road
When the only option is
Molotovs, crowbars and bricks

Blessed be the insurrection
From river wide to sea distant