Land Without Voice

There’s blood on the sand, the sun won’t dry,
Children crying, the skies don’t reply,
Netanyahu sits on his throne of pain,
Selling justice, just another tyrant’s game.
Who will hear the cry from the ground?
Burning lands in the name of the crown,
Sociopath, your hands are stained,
With the blood of lives forever drained.
He signs orders, homes turn to ash,
Calls it defense, but it’s just backlash,
A man with no soul, no empathy,
His law is hatred, his weapon tyranny.
Who will hear the cry from the ground?
Burning lands in the name of the crown,
Sociopath, your hands are stained,
With the blood of lives forever drained.
Peace is just a word in forgotten pages,
While he laughs, fueling endless stages,
Of pain and terror, like the man with the mustache,
Who in the past spread a deathly flash.
Who will hear the cry from the ground?
Burning lands in the name of the crown,
Sociopath, your hands are stained,
With the blood of lives forever drained.
Time will charge, justice will call,
And the earth will scream: "No more at all!"