A poem:  (Don't Call It) Genocide

Take their land
Take their lives
Imprison them without trials
Wall them in to a few square miles
But don't call it genocide

Kill the electricity
Choke the funds
Keep them moving, on the run
Bomb them into kingdom come
But don't call it genocide

See the children with missing limbs
See the mothers, gaunt and grim
See the rubble that fell on them
But don't call it genocide

Say it's done in your defense
Say that they're all terrorists;
Enemies who shouldn't exist
But don't call it genocide

Make them fight for scraps of food
And live in tents 
Away from you
And when they perish, as they do
Don't call it genocide

We all know the calculus
Fifty of them to one of us
Buried in the desert dust
Just don't call it genocide

But the definition's pretty clear
And if this ain't it, it's pretty near
Erasing a people through violence and fear
They call it genocide.