The Slaughterer

The slaughterer came to the market Dancing and wielding a matchet He sang songs of sorrow; And wrote rhymes for his victims of tomorrow. He grabs lands at his will There is nothing he cannot steal. He has stolen people’s identities In his quest to commit atrocities. The slaughterer’s threat is real With the devil he had struck a deal To kill those who opposes him For in his face we are all Gohim. The slaughterer detests peace With him the world is no longer at ease. He spares not innocent children And he blackmails his brethren. The slaughterer swims and drinks From the gruesome river of blood Of women and children he had killed In the face of the world’s hypocrisy. The slaughterer in Tel-Aviv has gone mad From the boarders of Jordan, Lebanon and Islamabad, He longs to destroy those he stole their lands. And return homes back to dust and sands. The slaughterer’s cowardice is imminent When he meets his match on the battle-field He runs to his accomplice in the devil’s own land For money and the tools of his crimes And now that we know the slaughterer That maims children and women at will He calls us all anti-Semites; A name he stole from those whom he now oppresses.