Upon a Red Cross

Upon a Red Cross,
Stands a child crucified,
Bloody, bruised, and broken,
He’s crying from inside. 

A Jewish man was lost, 
He was taken in the night,
By Romans to the Cross,
While the healers all stood by. 

Throughout the Holocaust,
What help Jews were denied, 
By all whom they had thought, 
Were heroes saving lives. 

International Red Cross,
Have you forgotten all the Jews? 
Or does your sacred oath,
Not translate to Hebrew? 

Healers of the world, 
Left our kids upon a Cross,
They forsook the innocent, 
And took sides with Hamas. 

The IRC is filth, 
The IRC is trash, 
They have no shame or guilt, 
They must not feel that bad. 

What wicked kind of monster, 
Would claim that they would heal,
And then just leave their post, 
And hide from our appeal? 

A special place in hell, 
For all the hypocrites, 
Who work in child care, 
But hate our Jewish kids. 

Upon a Red Cross,
Shall be a crucifixion, 
Of all those who forgot, 
To care for Jewish children.