Silenced

From the river to the sea, they cried,
This land it must be free.
From the river to the sea, they screamed,
What we demand must be.

The Jordan’s banks will overflow
With crimson current high,
Awash with dead unto the Dead,
Till Galilee runs dry.

From the river to the sea, they cried,
We righteously require
That those within who dare to stand
Against us must expire.

For others bound to other books
Can tolerate no choice;
They must be free to kick and kill,
To throttle every voice.

And so it was, ...