Hector, may death course on you like vultures.
Your family will soon see the sun baked blood
dried on your face. I will hide your body
from all â€˜til maggots have their fill. Your fate
is on the blade of my sword. You can cry
the names of your children to me, to the gods;
I wonâ€™t listen to ya and who needs Gawd!
None can save ya from the circlinâ€™ vultures.
Choke on yer words â€˜cause this noose strangles cries
the way a new-born bathed in its birth blood.
gags on the umbilical cord called fate
Iâ€™m gonna cinch the breath from yer body.
Achillus, since I left, evrabody
tells me that whites think theyâ€™s as strong as God
and thatâ€™s why I been runninâ€™. Lots of fateâ€™s
in your words and youâ€™d leave me for vultures
sounds like, but I just canâ€™t run no more. Blood-
hounds oâ€™ yours been trackinâ€™, I hear â€˜em cry:
Jew, all you will hear now is our war cry.
We are sick of all your talk. Nobody
will listen when you talk peace yet seek blood.
Gaza is ours according to Allah,
and we will not rest until you vultures
are off our land. Be prepared to meet your fate!
Hamas, your false cease-fires fool fate,
but Zion will not be tricked. May sirens cry
at your death as they did when my son died. Vultures
surrounded his armless, dead body
yesterday, and now I pray to my God
that I get the chance to avenge my own blood.
The Trojan horizon was setting blood
while two enemies prepared for fate.
Hector threw his spear but missed the half god.
When he found he had no second, he cried
and quickly died from a spear piercing his body.
Achilles picked at him like a vulture.
My blood cries when I see stone dead bodies
that have been slaughtered by people fighting
in the name of God(s). Are we vultures?