Tears of Palestine (feat. Anna Fisher-Roberts)

The women and children of Rafa
Are crying but no one can hear
No one feels their sorrow and suffering
Or the salt of their hard-gotten tears

The hopeless young men of Gaza
For whom peace is a forgotten dream
The unwanted detritus of warfare
Swept away by a monstrous regime

On a hillside above East Jerusalem
On a terrace in mid-morning sun
There's a ringside seat with shakshouka
Which is guarded by young men with guns

As the bulldozers move on the village
And raze Arab homes to the ground
Despite all the wailing and crying
It's a picture without any sound

The sacred waters of Jordan
Where Jesus was baptised by John
Run red with the blood of the fallen
And the slaughter it goes on and on

The dispossessed children of Nakba
Cry for the loss of their land
While the world watches on with indifference
And their tears disappear in the sand

In Washington dark puppet masters
Speak from both sides of their tongues
While they feed the Zionist monster
With rockets and bullets and bombs

In a glass tower on the East River
Our leaders talk a good game
But when all of the talking is over
All that's left is our anger and shame