They come with their tanks and their bombs And their hidden intentions And the last thing they want Is to be in your mentions As you call them out A genocide that you cannot doubt As they ethnically cleanse This will not come to an end Til they have erased the evidence of a people And the steeple Is no deterrent to the war They bomb the mosque and what it’s for Coz they have a reign And a plan to occupy again What they designate as theirs And the west is like “who fuckin cares” We’ll just watch over here from our couch And stay silent as a mouse In a house of cats While the baseball bats Of white phosphorous burns And history never learns Not to repeat itself Be quiet or your mental health Will take another knock But they level another block In the name of fighting terror Do you think their error Might be in the lifeless body a mother holds Like the stories that they’ve told Of their own past and legacy Do the brutalised visit their pain on me When they repeat the cycle And it is vital That we all recognise That whenever anyone dies At the hand of another There are no qualifications in that murder Under the guise of attack as a “sacred” role The logic of that is pulverise a soul Til it gives up the fight And you can sit by the firelight Warming your hands And say these are our lands To conquer and to own What will be the reflection when the true colour’s shown