And all the shooting stars became planes of freedom
Sowing bombs on schools, and hospitals, and the rubble homes
Demolition rained and kept raining, rising a wave of a million refugees
Those lucky recent amputees who survived amidst the elimination of entire generations
The shooting stars are lost in the clouds of smog
The planes will return with their gas and their bombs
Until the last of us is no longer able to sing our patriotic song
The rivers filled with blood
will run dry one day
and our bodies will decay on the seashore
where we, the aggressors, lay
until the last of us has died
and prophecy will finally be realised,
a wait of three thousand years will cease
but your Promise Land, from the river Nile
to the drying Euphrates,
lays spread across the mass grave
of the authentic natives
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC
And all the shooting stars became planes of freedom
Sowing bombs on schools, and hospitals, and the rubble homes
Demolition rained and kept raining, rising a wave of a million refugees
Those lucky recent amputees who survived amidst the elimination of entire generations
The shooting stars are lost in the clouds of smog
The planes will return with their gas and their bombs
Until the last of us is no longer able to sing our patriotic song
The rivers filled with blood
will run dry one day
and our bodies will decay on the seashore
where we, the aggressors, lay
until the last of us has died
and prophecy will finally be realised,
a wait of three thousand years will cease
but your Promise Land, from the river Nile
to the drying Euphrates,
lays spread across the mass grave
of the authentic natives
the good guys are the guys who wrote the book
