Spend the days counting
The death toll keeps mounting
So there you have genocide
We’re all committing suicide
With consequences despoiled
After all the years we’ve toiled
All the lamentations
Over starvation and amputations
Homes bombed, burned and looted
Gardens and olive trees uprooted
As if it ever really mattered
All the hopes of lives shattered
In total confession of the lapses
Symbolically truth collapses
Pain becoming more massive
Everyone becoming impassive
Uninterested and lacklustre
Can’t find no one to muster
And it’s all becoming too late
Drawing us all to a cruel fate
When you consider what’s next
Think again about the context