We want back our land
Then you people shall be banned
I'll think long and hard of ways for you all to die
Then my dad will be able to sell coffee, and chai
My holy hometown belongs to the people like me
But Israelis forced most of us out, and made us flee
There's no room for peace in this equation
Yet there's plenty of room for death, due to your mean invasion
All day, every day, you harm us immensely
The rate of deaths increases intensely
We sit around being held down with tears, there's not much to do
But my new plan is to shoot all of you
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