Psalm 13: The Daughters of Zion

My heart is like the waters,
That rage without an end, 
It cries for Zion’s Daughters,
Who’ve been taken once again. 

Like the prophet Jeremiah, 
We’ve seen this all before, 
But still it’s no less shocking, 
To watch the world ignore, 

The taking of our children – 
They raped them all to death, 
And the world of men was silent, 
They couldn’t waste their breath. 

Except to praise the violence,
And march all through the streets, 
While the voice of Zion,
Cried out in sacred grief. 

How callous are these people? 
What happened to their hearts? 
How could they praise this evil? 
Is their blood made out of tar? 

Are their bones made out of wood? 
Are their nerves made out of straw? 
Their bodies march and move, 
But their souls have turned to rock. 

So let the waters rage, 
Let every heart give voice,
Free our daughters from the cage, 
Let our souls once more rejoice. 

And let the mountains shake, 
So the earth may lose its poise, 
Every true heart in nature, 
Give your soul unto the noise. 

Cry until the seas, 
Will flood the world in tears, 
Scream your holy pleas, 
Until we make them hear.

Bring our children home!
Bring them back right now! 
They’re lost in hell alone,
And we need to get them out!

Enough of all this nonsense,
From the ones who scream ceasefire.
It’s not their children trapped,
By the monsters they inspire. 

If every tree must fall, 
If every rock must crack, 
It would still be worth it all, 
Just to have our family back. 

So let the valleys tremble, 
Let every heart give voice.
Bring home the Sons of Zion, 
Let our souls once more rejoice. 

Spread Love, Spread Light.

Let’s bring our babies home.