The significance of turmoil
Each genocidal bash
A people being murdered
Treated just like trash
A right to defend themselves
Trotted out with glee
Bombing bashing brutally crashing
It’s true infamy

Children women lying under rubble
In the street
Homes blown skywards graves as well
This how they unseat
The people’s anguish ever growing
All of us we see
Ugliness and venom
Flowing tragically
The blood the snot the evil
We see it everywhere
So many friends of Israel
Bathe in the despair

A busted broken people
Told to run away
Hiding in the ruins eating garbage
Every day
Dragging themselves out of Rafah
As the brutes come into fight
Taking out the children
Sleeping in their beds at night

Selling arms to Israel
Giving them the thrust
Watching the blood dripping souls
Covered in the dust
Of hours of terrible bombing
The carnage of the soul
Israel must defend itself
It has to to control

Insolence and arrogance
And steely ugly sin
A concentration camp is peeled apart
It’s wearing thin
the people being massacred
Yes hung out to dry
Babies losing all their rights
To look into the sky.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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