These lyrics, from British songwriter Robb Johnson, seem appropriate today:
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I've been watching my tv-
it's the least that I can do-
paying my respects
to a girl who lived in Poland.
All her hopes and dreams-
all she left behind-
was the diary of a girl
killed in Auschwitz.
I'm trying to find the word-
the word that could describe-
what happened to this girl
when she died.
I've been following this link-
it's the least that I can do-
paying my respects
to a girl who lived in Palestine.
All her hopes and dreams-
all she left behind-
was the picture of a girl
killed in Gaza.
I'm trying to find the word-
the word that could describe-
what happened to this girl
when she died.
This world is full of words-
like "Holocaust" and "slaughter"-
what their mathematics means
is mothers lose their daughters.
The least that I can do
Is to write this little song
for that little pile of shoes
in Auschwitz-in Gaza.
I'm trying to find the word-
the word that could describe-
what happened to these sisters
when they died.
It's....
"inexcusable...inexcusable...
inexcusable".