Why do I see myself in Gaza 
Like there’s something Irish about Barack Obama Plaza 
And I just drive these roads like there’s somewhere I’m going
But is there truth to it, there’s no way of knowing 
And there was a famine that was inflicted
And tenants that were evicted 
From they only place that they knew
Could provide food for you 
I look at the images of suffering 
In my history books and feel the storm worsening 
Inside myself and felt 
The kind of anger that injustice dealt 
Now I look at my screen and see 
A child with no way to be free 
In this life 
And people worry about a wife 
That might stray 
And I wonder what made them that way 
As their hearts are hard and unforgiving 
And hell comes for the living 
As they scream and cry
Or just accept that they’re going to die 
And I cannot lie 
That I’m afraid of remuneration 
Some kind of unwanted compensation 
For all the words that I write 
Because half of it is shite 
And could never measure up to 
All that I want to be for you 
Some kind of presence in the absence 
Of a leader as buildings are collapsing 
Under the weight of what they do not know 
Know that I will never let you go 
Not to be alone in this fight 
It’s bandages in the twilight