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Gaza (with lyrical adaptations by Ben Grosscup)
By David Rovics
One point eight million people
Surrounded on all sides
Refugees since ‘48
Since ‘67 occupied
The only reason they’re not starving
Is because of the UN
Most have never left there
Stuck in the lion’s den
The most crowded place on Earth
And there they’ll stay
They can’t visit cousins
A half hour’s drive away
Drones overhead
Constantly
Who will die tomorrow?
A daily mystery
. . . In Gaza
The settlers moved out
The fighter jets moved in
In Gaza there’s just no
Way that you can win
You can’t take out a ‘copter
With an antiquated gun
You’re just a target
Sitting in the sun
Waiting for your death
To come raining from the sky
Watching as the wells
Steadily run dry
You can hear a sonic boom
and see a flashing light
Every hour of the day
Every hour of the night
. . . In Gaza
There are no shelters
Nowhere you can hide
Life is nothing like it is
On the other side
There’s nowhere to escape
From the trauma and the stress
The pilots bomb the hospitals,
Where people convalesce
Yet still some people wonder
They insist on asking why
Anyone could be
So mad as to reply
So mad as to decide that
They’d respond to it all
By killing people
Just over the wall
. . . ‘Round Gaza