After Friday Prayers

After Friday prayers, soldiers all around
In the sanctuary, boots on sacred ground
The far right in the Knesset, the prime minister’s seat
Marching towards the mosque, down the street

And the mob was chanting, “kill the Arabs”

After Friday prayers, in case it wasn’t clear
The timing is on purpose, there’s a war on here
A war of mass expulsions, more planned this week
Evicting any chance for the peace so many seek


After Friday prayers, we find out by dawn
How many more are blinded, how many more are gone
Shot in the face by the riot police
Add up the eyes lost, graves for the deceased