He speaks of bullets, yet he loves peace

Who are you, who planted hate
On our rich and tranquil ground
Tilled by our forefathers great
With their hands and sweat of toil

Now you come and you proclaim
In a provocative tone
That this land is yours to claim
To corrupt, infect and own

You said its the way to peace
If we'll just heed and follow
So you can plunder with ease
And hang us in your gallows

Gallows of your monarchy
And capitalistic ways
To secure your dynasty
With a vile and greedy face

Leaving us miserable
In a preposterous lead
So bitter, so terrible
That is why we must not heed

To sign the bargain of fools
Maybe, like tying a noose
On our necks to feed the ghouls
Whose desire for power rules

In the sign of crescent moon
You hide behind armaments
That speaks of pogrom, and soon
Harvest hate and arguments

The old scar incised again
Blood will run to it once more
To fertilize the soil when
Men think of others no more