an ode to my pillbox

when the nights are cold

and my enemies bold

its you i can depend on

when the armies of that zionist stooge 

descend upon my wife and brood

its you i must depend on

as the machine guns fire

and my comrades tire

as we bear witness to this senseless slaughter

while those above us ask why bother

and the iron that is in our veins

manages to win the day

its you my children will depend on

The End

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