God of Gaza

 

Prince of Peace and God of War

They never were the same

To put them on each other’s side

Makes the whole world look insane

Behavior based on bad intent

Still falls between the lines

From compassion to organ harvesting 

No inconsistencies to find

Build a pier then blow it up

And blame the ones it serves

Or wait until the crowds arrive

Killing more of their reserves

The food supply is kept away

From open prison cells

But neither is it brought back home

It’s all been blown to hell

The war and famine that you made

Arrives at your own door

No peasant will admit to that

Until they too are poor

God of Gaza coming back

His servants on the run

He’s made their final resting place

 A Khazar’s setting sun