Paroles: David Rovics. Children of Jerusalem.

Did you see them praying
And the Army marching in
As they clubbed old women
Did you see the general grin
Watch the stones fly
And the snipers taking aim
On Shatila's birthday
It's a calculated game
They're gunning down the children of Jerusalem

Did you hear the screaming
See the horror in his face
As he hid for cover
In a tiny, unprotected place
Did you hear his father pleading
"There is a child here"
Trying to protect his son
Who yelled in terror and fear
That they're gunning down the children of Jerusalem

Did you feel the wind blow
From the helicopter blades
Did you smell the tear gas
See the demolition raids
Did you see the rockets
And the dum-dum bullets fly
Did you feel the horror
To watch one more young boy die
As they're gunning down the children of Jerusalem

Did you see the roadblocks
Letting nobody go past
Watch the blood flow
As time is running fast
See someone's brother
Taking his last breath
So close to the hospital
But closer still to death
And they're gunning down the children of Jerusalem

Did you hear the fatcats
Say, "It's not what it appears
It's an armed uprising
A realization of our fears
Do you hear them chanting
That this is their homeland
They want what's ours
And we've got to make a stand
So we're gunning down the children of Jerusalem"

Some want power
And it seems the world's theirs to give
Some just want peace
And a decent place to live
Some talk of destiny
And what their God has willed
And a mother weeps
That her nine-year-old's been killed
They're gunning down the children of Jerusalem