Pick up a pen, and wonder where to begin
So make amends for your sin, dear friend
The same story repeated again and again
67 years gone, still caught in a dead end
Words don't win- so what to recommend
When ma**acres are not even condemned
Never believed in negotiation- it's all in vain
Denounce the occupation or ban the campaign
Regardless, time tells who they eventually blame
Always the same, a generation will walk in shame
The voiceless people pop pistols, not champagne
Apparently, you cannot support people in pain
Preoccupied protecting your own glory and fame
Wonder if it's me- or the world going insane
Let me provide proof, you concealed the truth
Write & rhyme, reveal it to you live in the booth
Like a child, think you can find the fountain of youth
Look inward before pointing fingers at neighbors & others
In times of troubles you don't look for strangers but brothers
But then realize that betrayal comes in all forms & colors
Got brethren close to the border, but they soft like bu*ter
When the enemy slaughter- they silent, not a sound they utter
Shame on you, my people don't even have bread and bu*ter
So I guess real crooks are found in the top, not in the ‘gutta'
Loss of illusion- the inevitable conclusion- time for revolution
-ASK