Gaza Psalm

I was glad,
Well I was once glad
When they said to me
Let’s go to Jerusalem, to Jerusalem

I was happy,
Well I was once happy, to sing songs of Zion
To March to a better place, a symbolic homeland.

A memory of past glory… a metaphor for eternal glory

Now who can sing those songs?
Who can raise their eyes for good
When the hands of your leaders
Are so covered in blood?