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Parents of the Dead

1. Out on the streets we heard the blast, An explosion, then a commotion. A Palestinian iconoclast, Brain-dead with devotion. And in the aftermath the chill, As we took in amongst the kill, Our Sarah’s bloodied form lay still, In expelled animation.   Chorus:  We are the parents of the dead, The angry, innocent bereaved. Instead of hatred we share grief, No matter what our race or creed.   2.   A rifle-shot, a ricochet, Farrago down in Gaza.…

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