Israel, land of history
Why are you a country so torn
Thoughts of hatred wash over me
Land near the gift of love was born
You've been fraught with so much peril
For thousands and thousands of years
Your lack of trust is palpable
Through the bloodshed and dying tears
If you can only imagine
The love of a country so vast
Weapon of choice a tennis ball
Instead of a machine gun blast
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