The uncertainty of the night and day,
whether they would be alive or dead.
The tyrant is deaf to the language of peace,
like a colonist, greedy like a leech.

For once, these bullies were the oppressed ones,
yet they did forget, how they were welcomed,
by the very people on this land that they harassed,
for many decades ago and now, their homes they had amassed.

Remember, the diary of a young little girl, Anne Frank,
a victim of the Nazi Holocaust, please do look back.
Today the smile of those children, meets a similar fate,
In cold-blood, made to be shut forever with hate.

Silent prayers of hopefully hopeless men, women...