Lament For Gaza
You who listen, pity
Gaza, this poor city;
For now the roof rocks,
And the blind god's hands
Grope at the pillars where he stands:
While Gaza mocks,
While Gaza mocks.
Gaza, this poor city;
For now the roof rocks,
And the blind god's hands
Grope at the pillars where he stands:
While Gaza mocks,
While Gaza mocks.
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