LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jennifer Humble

Two Wrongs

They beat up my Daddy, right by our front door
Till he stopped screaming, He’s not here anymore
Mamma used to sing, now she stares at the floor
We’re hungry and sick and tired and sore

I don’t wear the star, because I’m too young
I beg on the sidewalk, to get a few crumbs
It’s called relocating, they gather everyone
Mamma shoved me in the sewer, said run child run

Run children run, hell has begun
They’re coming with hatred, they’re coming with guns
Don’t look to the left, don’t look to the right
Keep looking ahead and run for your life

They catch you and beat you for the smallest of crimes
We’re the dirty people from Palestine
I can’t go to school, nothing is mine
No home, no money, just hunger and grime

The soldiers are angry and full of spite
Yelling and gunfire all day and all night
A whistling sound, a flash of light
I hear Mamma screaming “Run for your life!”

Run children run, hell has begun
They’re coming with hatred, they’re coming with guns
Don’t look to the left, don’t look to the right
Keep looking ahead and run for your life