This song was written by Doug Morris who wanted to use his songwriting talent to capture the outrage and horror being imposed on the people of Gaza. His powerful lyrics are copied out below. Thank you, Doug, for sharing this with ZNetwork.
RIVERS OF BLOOD (DOWN IN GAZA)
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood, rivers of blood down in Ga———za…
Come to al Shifa where children are screaming;
come to al Shifa where children are dying;
Stand here and listen while mothers are weeping;
you’ll know the truth that the leaders are lying;
Bombs keep destroying and shrapnel keeps flying;
Won’t you wade through the blood while the doctors keep trying to save the
lives of the children the killers keep killing, the killers keep killing,
the killers keep killing, killers keep killing, their killing the children down in Ga———za….
their killing our children, killing our children, killing our children down in Ga———-za
The rivers of blood will keep running tonight,
while the sons and the daughters continue to fight
for a life free from hunger, and thirst and from pain,
in the midst of the bombs that keep falling like rain
from the planes of the killers dropping red, white and blue
where the many keep suffering for the good of the few, and we should
ask one another just what we should do while the
while the killers keep killing, the killers keep killing,
the killers keep killing, their killing the children down in Ga———-za…
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood, rivers of blood down in Ga———za…
we’re sick and we’re tired of your murderous lies,
every time you speak dozens more die,
won’t you please step aside, won’t you go down to Hell,
and let the Devil himself buy the weapons you sell,
your instruments of death are perfectly tuned,
lives of the innocent are perfectly ruined …
missiles are flying from the boats off the shore,
young ears are shattered from the jet bomber’s roar,
sickening drones circle starkly above,
helicopter gunships spill rivers of blood
God up in Heaven won’t forgive you the flood,
Of the bodies that keep falling with a shattering thud…
You’ll never know what it really means to love when
all you can do is keep killing the children,
Killing the children, their killing the children, down in Ga———-za…
their killing our children, killing our children, killing our children down in Ga———-za
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood, rivers of blood down in Ga———za…
hey Mr. President do you have a heart?
hey Mr. President do you have a soul?
then come here to Gaza, see the lives that they stole,
the pain they endure, and blood in the sewer,
spend one night…in the sickening din,
shoveling blood and gathering limbs;
and you will try to ensure this never happens again,
if you’re scared for your life then come in disguise,
as a doctor or nurse and you won’t be surprised
at how the blood on the floors will shatter your lies, and the
screams in your ears will open your heart, and the
bodies in the streets will open your eyes,
what will you say when a young child cries,
with the ashen gray knowledge they are soon going to die;
will you scream, will you run, will you help, will you sigh,
and where will you run when there’s no place to hide;
while the guns and the bombs that you have supplied
keep crushing and breaking, and wrenching and taking,
screaming and quaking, and killing and killing, killing and killing,
and killing and killing, killing and killing, their kiling the children down in Ga———za…
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood, rivers of blood down in Ga———za…
their killing our children, killing our children, killing our children down in Ga———-za
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