Don't justify your crimes,
while children lay under the rubble.
Don't justify your crimes,
When all we hear is your hateful mumble.
Don't justify the slaughter,
when people are crying out for food and water.
Don't justify the bombing,
when children are losing limbs
and throbbing.
Don't justify your shooting of people,
when you leave them to rot in the streets.
Don't justify your desecration of graves,
when you have no right whatsoever or excuse to do so, no explanation that meets.
Don't justify your complicity,
when you take part in genocide.
Don't justify your crimes
because you will see what happens
with the coming turning tide!
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c.) 20240128
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