In the land where dreams are spun,
California burned under a crimson sun.
A roaring fire, untamed and wild,
Consumed the riches they had piled.

But far away, where the skies weep blood,
Palestinian streets soaked in a crimson flood.
Children’s laughter silenced by pain,
Their cries lost in the smoke and rain.

They bombed, they burned, they tore apart,
But forgot the Judge of every heart....