An iron fist is dealt the middle east,
Her children are torn by the beast,
While nobles sit and feast;

Disaster has hit her really hard,
The outcome is very sad,
Nobles continue to deal the card;

The game is hard to understand,
You can't tell where her children stands,
If they are deserving of a tough hand;

Some say it is karma,
And once they slaughtered others,
But do they deserve this dharma;

Ashes and smoke of burning flesh fills the air,
Whatever their fault may be - this isnt fair,
Oh how she wishes the world will truely care;

Brace yourselves oh children of the east,
Within your walls are also ravenous beasts,
Who by your anguish have made accounts from which to feast;

So let me show you where you ought to begin,
Your politicians are the beasts within,
Undo with them and you'll begin to win;

Do not be decieved by their sad countenance on tv,
They do all that so that you wouldn't see,
Because when you see then you will be set free.

I might not be completely wrong or right,
But no one goes into anothers house and win a fight,
They must be let in before they can smite.

And external powers fueling this fight,
Remove your hands and do what's right
Aid the east into the peaceful light.