Painting Lyrics

Painting lyrics

crisis



observers feel



for one victim



from two parties guilty







with cold repose



with inward hate



some defend both



some abstain







try to pretend



the monster's intent



to silence with violence



and retch not from scent







genuine glee



thrill of teenage mischief



grown men swarm



to rip at the hetacomb







for one hundred lost



is three the cost?



milled to brown mire



quenched their ire







with film and sound



paint this scene



which exploits your



culture's private memes







to taste a glimpse



of passions clandestine



simulate and go to



your own Palestine