Pariah State

To the tune of “What Kind of Fool Do You Think I Am?”

Who wants to live in a pariah state

That the world has duly learned to hate?

The loose-of-root are leaving left and right,

Without the stomach for what they call a “fight.”

A pariah state, who can defend it?

Let us count the days until they end it.

Who wants to live in a pariah state?

Will the last person out kindly close the gate,

Now with PTSD abroad in the land

Among those who’ve worked on their genocide plan?

A pariah state, who can defend it?

Let us count the days until they end it.

The time is short for that final trip.

The pariah state is a sinking ship.

The time is short for that final trip.

The pariah state is a sinking ship.

David Martin

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