bombs on Gaza

smoke that's curling over blood that's swirling
is coming to life in a faithful land
bringing to life the curdling screams
dying dreams of justice fade into the night
I don't know what we have done
we the people we the sons
children of corruption born again
money, loans, weapons sold
painting a picture with a bayonet of gold
everyone's got a point of view
some see old and some see new
peace is only seen by a few
is there an answer
is there a cure
for this madness like cancer
spreading in a blur