Drink in his pools of tears at innocence which dies

Ponder on the question that shames those who thought you brothers

How can a nation who suffered so much bring that pain to others?

Rose of Sharon, look deep unto the hills

Where Lily of the Valley dines on bitter pills

Jenin is the name of utter shame to those who still believe

That the Fig tree puts forth the Green figs to Yahweh's heart perceive

Camphire in the vineyard of Engedi, shrivel in the bitter tears

See the campfires of the ancients, the sacrifice of many years

Pillars of smoke perfumed, not with Frankincense and Myrrh

But flesh of human kind in a new Holocaust incur

Feel their eyes upon you

Feel the pain within their heart

Feel the blood of many

Their sadness you impart.