Return of the Pale Rider

Kobane it falls to ISIS

Murder’s irony is not so sweet

The West it turns its shoulders

Watches the news and tries to sleep

 

On Gaza’s shattered pasture

They grieve for their own kin

In the dark Israeli kitchens

They can’t wash away their sin

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

 

The Kurdish sky now turns red

As the women are raped below

They cry in the name of Allah

Their black flag is just a show

 

Back in bloody Palestine

They struggle to rebuild

The world it looks away

Their compassion has been filled

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

 

On Turkey’s frozen border

The generals stand and stare

The USA’s dirty dollars

Makes it easier to bare

 

Behold a pale rider

The oil baron he just stands

60 years still with the desert dust

Slipping slowly through his hands

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

 

Back home in middle England

And in the mid-west towns

The voters are manipulated

As false manikins and clowns

 

They say there is no money

For hospitals and schools

But billions left for weapons

We are treated worse than fools

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

No frontiers

Andy is a plumber

He works from dawn till dusk

Barrie is a banker

Money fuels his lust

Colin is a carer

Looking after his old mum

Derek is a beggar

Seeking food to fill his tum

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Edward is a baron

In a mansion cold and grey

Freddy is a homophobe

Though he is secretly gay

Gregory is a millionaire

Funding international genocide

Harry is his best friend

Knowing how he lied

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Indira is a seamstress

Making dresses for the rich

Jakinda she sews trainers

One rupee for every stitch

Kondo was a warrior

But HIV has made him sick

Leandro he is starving

Earning a dollar for a trick

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Mendel is a Rabbi

Living in the promised land

Noam is quite pleasant

Though no one sees his hand

Ovadia he buys weapons

For the IDF to fire

Pesach is an agent

With 20 guns to hire

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Qasim is a builder

He works to earn some bread

Radi is an Iman

Saying prayers for the dead

Saha she smiles bravely

While burying her mum

Tasnim lost her legs

In the heat of the Gaza sun

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Ursula is the Scottish wife

Of a paedophile parish priest

Vanora owns a town house

On a street in Inverleith

Willie wants independence

From the bastard English rule

Yolanda says he crazy

And a brainless Indy fool

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

While bombs rain down aplenty

On helpless Palestine

The yanks they start to blitz

The bloody ISIS line

The rulers keep us under

With lies and racial fear

They sip their Pimms and cocktails

And serve us promises and beer

No borders

No nations

No class

No way