The buildings are falling
The sky seems to be
Falling we are falling
Nobody’s free
Not any more with Israeli’s around
Settlers the buggers
All over the ground
Stealing our houses
Killing our mum
Shooting at grand pa
He’s lying numb
Lost both his legs
Dad says he will die
Our worlds torn apart
By what fell from the sky
We know the bombs
Are from the USA
From The EU
And sometimes from the UK
What a bunch of rotters
You say you are our friends
But honest where will we be
When the war ends
Under the ground
With the maggots that’s where
With those kinds of friends
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.