The street shudders through the glass as they grind their way past
En route to the core of the flame
With steel and mirage and in headgear camouflage
They’ve come to release us again
From the arms of the beast so be thankful at least
For the temporary loss of our freedom
Fire shatters the glass with sonic-boom pass
En route to the heart of the game
With napalm and greed and all the money they need
They don’t come in any god’s name
Nor does the beast with a thousand year lease
Own the right to our lives and our children
In response to (but not restricted to) the Israeli genocide in Gaza
January 2009
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