Deep in reality’s ways
I will go to him.
What share should I hold?
What share should got on yourself?
I went the length of the poem.
They’re not gonna see it no way,
the audience prime.
Three people got sick
while Israel sits and waits
to fight again.
That’s everyone in Israel,
and each Palestinian man, woman, and child,
and the whole wide world.
There is no healin’ from this disease,
unless we see what’s comin’:
remove the Palestinian
from the anchors of life.
Here he’ll hear you.
That’s Issac Saul.

Should we just shoot Palestinians?
Israel is deliberating.
If you like Israel raise your hand.
You ever wanna rap its hand?
It’s society mean
to Palestinians.
They can’t even allow themselves to be.
They don’t have nowhere to go.
Are they as human as Israel?
They don’t know how to be.
They rob their own clan.
They destroy the water.
They were not there first,
no matter how many times they were
there when Israel moved in.
They kill each other.
They don’t know how to govern themselves.
They lie, and they cheat, and they steal,
is that the roll call Palestinians?
We get to murder them that way?
Israel’s sayin’ it.

Let’s really look at the Palestinian question.
They’re vermin, aren’t they?
They would just take over the land
if they could.
They’re not there
for rounds of applause.
It’s day to day life they worry about,
gettin’ by.
They trudge along
dreaming of a free state.
They’re not there for happiness.
They’re made to press the Earth
with the weight of their suffering.
They don’t know how to survive.
They’re just blights on the land.
They have no special rights.
They can’t be Palestinians unto themselves.
They have to have Israel
on them all the time.

Even their children get stuck in prison.
The kid threw a rock.
Let’s do away with his life.
Let’s beat ‘im up some.
Oh my the boy got raped,
and it wasn’t by a Palestinian.
Can we press charges?
I don’t have to do a goddamn thing.
We own the Palestinians.
Why do you look the other way?
We have special permission to do this.
We got it grafted in humanity we can.
We are the special people.
All our persecution says that.
I’ll turn around and smile some.
I don’t know how to behave myself
where Palestinians are concerned.

We are the special people,
and everybody’s got a hole in their heart,
and we chamber the Palestinians there.
Can’t you see it?
Can’t you get away with it
tryin’ to speak about this please?
It will make the press.
It’s not strong enough for that:
we just don’t let Israel do this no more.
Is everybody complacent?
What’s goin’ on?

Wow, there it is.
It’s a brandin’ iron:
I’m a Jew leave me alone.
How many times we seen this,
don’t touch the Jews?
You can’t question a thing about them.
You can’t even call their name.
Does every Jew see that?
Not in large measure.
I think this surrounds us
in where ideas are made:
it’s antisemitic to question a Jew.

Okay let’s do it some.
Do we call Israel out on its racism?
Why can’t the Palestinians live there?
Why can’t they have freedom?
Why can’t be treated as citizens of Israel?
Why are they thrown in the gutter?
Why does the Jew come first
in the land of Israel?

Are we lookin’ at religious declarations,
and that’s why we let them
kill Palestinians,
take away their rights?
Are we livin’ in the Middle Ages?
We do really wanna give them that right?
Look what it’s done.
Well, what else is Israel?
A Holocaust-created state.
They deserve it,
they need that land,
because they were almost annihilated
in Europe?
Let’s give them the land,
and all the Arabs become Palestinians
losing their homes to that decree.
Yes the Jews were there first
in the history of the land.
Well whaddaya do with the people on it today?
Did the UN say that?
They got displaced.
They became the people persecuted today.

Their rights were taken away.
They did everything they could to be free,
even bad things.
Munich, you son of a bitch,
that was awful.
Have we hit that far
where we let Israel
kidnap Palestinians
and slaughter their women and children?
How many have to die
before we see they mean somethin’?
And what of this oppression?
These are Jews doin’ it,
the ones who cry foul
if they’re even questioned.
I’m breakin’ on that idea again.
No, not every Jew does this.

Alright do we let this be?
Do we put the screws to Jews
to end this injustice?
I think there’s another way out.
We see it first,
admit it’s there,
with our global eyes.
We talk about it
in the hurt of our hearts.
We don’t let it go.
We see this as a sore spot on the Earth
that needs mendin’.
We put pressure on Jews
to see it too.
We educate Israeli children?
Anyway we can.
That will be resisted.
We can’t change this poem.
We just have to listen to it
and have it heal these wounds.
Answer me brother—
your Jew is bigger than your humanity?