Among the ruins of Gaza

The dogs of the so-called Gaza War

For it can only be called

The Jews' War against Gaza

Fueled by the Yankees

Sniff through the rubble

Of the ruins of this cursed war.

They have no desire for bones or skulls

Of the men and women killed

By that terrible beast

Nor for their flesh or tough bits

They only want to find those girls

Those innocent children

Who have been murdered

Among the ruins of their schools

And bombed children's hospitals

Stained with precious blood

Clinging to their miniature Qurans.

Now they climb to the high rocks

To see from there if the boys and girls

Are walking along roads or paths.

They peer through the shattered walls

The broken chairs and tables

The hospital beds reduced to mush

Searching for those innocent hands

That stroked their backs and tails

Searching in those childlike heads

For those tender kisses they received.

Dogs are the only ones who survive wars!

Because Wo/Men 

Don't know or don't want to know

That the war criminal

The genocidal serial killer

Who drinks blood from another's skull

Will one day come when others

Will drink blood from their own.

The dogs have grown weary of searching

Of sniffing.

At night, in the lull of this war

Without right and without sense

They begin to groan and weep

Over these ruins of hospitals and schools

Gazing at the crescent moon

Listening to this song

That rises from among the stones

While extermination flies in the air:

“Trump:

Bloody, bugger, fucking, shit

Twat, cock sucker, bastard¡

Allah, what is doing to us

That God, your brother?”