A day of mourning in the sullen breeze of helplessness
Israel bokheh Israel cries out
We were taken hostage by lawlessness
From a past built on facelessness
Which history once again writes with the hand of doubt
Why did they take my little brother away?
Why has daddy not arrived yet?
He would have stopped those men on that day
From hitting mummy that way
Until her head and the earth met
They say it is our fault that there is so much pain
They call us names that we do not recognize
Daddy is a farmer and mummy threshes the grain
So I asked Israel what we did wrong to gain
Tragedies befalling us with stares that demonize
Shalom Israel Shema every man
I can’t find my father and my mother is lying on the floor
If you find my little brother before I can
Give him his teddy bear he dropped when he was one
If he is still alive because we are no more
We are tired of building the dome of peace
On a foundation of scoffs and broken trust
Inherited from politicians and their promised lease
Of freedom from a war that was created to never cease
Israel bokheh Israel cries last
What’s next in Peter’s Box? ¡Hasta luego amigos!
