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Gaza Ghetto 1 by Egil

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Gaza Ghetto 1

hip hop,both vocals

0:003:30
Lyrics
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(verse)
They bombed out a classroom at quarter to ten,
Said, “We warned them all — they should’ve left then.”
But where does a child run when all roads are flame?
When the sky is a weapon and the maps have no name?
And over the wreckage, the cameras roll slow—
A child in the dust of the Gaza ghetto.
(verse)
There’s a flag on the tail wing, red, white and blue,
And it hums like a hymn as it cuts through the dew.
Tax-paid and polished, precision-made sin—
It don’t ask no questions where it’s been.
It don’t see no bodies, it don’t feel no pain,
It just flies with your silence in the cockpit again.
(chorus)
Oh America, where do you sleep?
While the orphans of Gaza cry rivers too deep.
You send them the bombs, you sell them the shell—
Then pray in your churches while they burn into hell.
You sharpen the knife, then you mourn for the blow—
You're a ghost in the ruins of the Gaza ghetto.
(verse)
Your senators smile with their blood-brushed hands,
Counting the lobbyist’s oil-soaked bands.
They speak of “restraint” and of “surgical strikes,”
While the morgues overflow and the dawn never lights.
And the papers back home just print what they’re told—
Another dead child, five years old.
(verse)
Where’s your freedom now, where’s your brave and your free,
When a fence makes a prison by land and by sea?
When you call it defense, but the bodies don’t lie—
And the drones hum a hymn that makes prophets cry.
You sent them the fire, now you claim not to know—
You're the hand on the match in the Gaza ghetto.
(bridge)
You starve them, you trap them, you call it “design,”
Then weep crocodile tears on Sunday divine.
But there’s no redemption in your blind charade,
No God in a weapon, no peace in a blade.
(final chorus)
Oh America, your silence is loud,
As the smoke rises up in a mushrooming shroud.
You speak of your values, you talk of your laws—
While the children are buried without time to pause.
Your name’s in the rubble, and the whole world knows—
You co-wrote the script for the Gaza ghetto.
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