I find this story so bleak that I mostly try to tune it out, but it has been hard to do so lately. My lyrics here are based on a story by Iyad Abuheweila
from Friday's NYT. I mostly just crudely shaped his words into something singable.
lyrics
Sundown In Gaza
Sundown on May 12
Ordered shawarma
To break my Ramadan fast
Up in my single room
In Gaza City
I watch the missiles fly past
My friend came over
Stared at the TV
I watch the colors in the sky
Another rocket launch
Another airstrike
I watch the minutes go by
Voices in the street
Whistling and chanting
“God is great, God is great”
I’m on my knees
Praying I’ll see another day
For twenty seven years
We have been lucky
To say our morning prayers
Six younger siblings
Live with my parents
In the apartment downstairs
Now Gazas shaking
I go to join them
To be with them when we die
Assad and Ayman
Maysaa and Ayda
Huddle together and cry
Death is everywhere
Feeding this fury
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Into the night
Into the darkness there go I
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