Like an ocean wave, violent and untamed
Brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers
wearing numbers as names
taking one life for another
Where is the cause, where is the reason?
Soldiers, leaders, neighbors and friends
All in favor for a collective treason
Will there be justice, that will make amends?
Will there be a second chance?
Tommy, Sara, Bobby and Beth
have little air and zero stance
Like a wilting flower taking its last breath
A young boy lifts his head
"The Americans have come!"
"At last there will be no more dead"
Shalom, Shalom, Shalom, Shalom.
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