And the rockets fell like a gentle rain, causing anxiety amongst the cowardly Joooos who fail to appreciate the beauty of gently falling rockets.
Listen to the rhythm of the falling tils
When we bombard the Zionist entity
Scares the crap out of them and it sometimes kills
And the world reacts indifferently
Tils won’t you land inside a baby’s crib
Or strike two lovers in their marriage bed
Hamas has a spokesman who is droll and glib
Who’ll keep the dhimmis unaware that a human was stricken dead