A young Hamas volunteer
Becomes part of a terrorist cell
Ten miles away a young Israeli soldier
Loads his tank with a shell
The Hamas volunteer looks around in
despair
At the filth and degrading, he has to
bear
He has finally rejected this way of life
All he has left is his will to fight.
The young Hamas volunteer
Convinced that he’s right
Enjoys the sight of the rocket
As it climbs into the night.
The young Israeli soldier
Shudders as the tank recoils
As his deadly cargo flies into the night
Convinced that he’s right.
In Gaza there’s a burned-out hole
Filled with idealistic dreams
And silent dying screams
And what’s left of a rocket launcher.
Fifty miles away there’s a hole
Where once lived an Israeli family
Whose conscripted son
Is the commander of a tank in the Israeli
army.
Two young men
Separated by hate
What would it take?
To alter their fate.


NL Kellett, Sunnybrow, Crook