The Ballad of Rahaf Al-Masry

Tell me why, she had to die Bombs, they reign, from the sky She was only six, her life so cold The twelfth of May, twenty-one She had her whole life, ahead of her Destroyed, in gods name, over what her name was, Rahaf Al-Masry We will sing for you She is but a number, in a wicked game But we shall remember you Now I look, to the cowards in whitehall Money, speaks, fucking volumes The Israeli Zionists, are nothing more Than bloodthirsty, tyrants, looking to maim For far too long, people have died The world, they ignore, in silence Rahaf Al-Masry, we will never forget We send, our love, to you