Political Satire Song on Israel, Palestine and US Politics

A little blood,

a little gold.

Shall we?

A bowl of blood, a mountain of gold.

A wicked little plan unfolds. We found the key, we

pulled the strings, and danced with queens and kings.

It started with the British crown.

One little deal and fortunes changed.

One by one our friends appeared. Oh, how we

cheered. They fled the war, they crossed the sea.

A promised home, a chance to be free.

But what did the locals get instead?

A storm of fire above their heads. Their peaceful streets

turned upside down. The smoke rolled in across the town.

They ran for shelter far away, while others

moved in to stay. A flag went down, another rose.

That's how our little story goes. The crown grew old,

the king was gone, but my little game went

on. Oh, poor little

me, can't you see? The whole wide world is mean to

me. Nobody loves me, what a shame. But I know

how to play this game. A shiny bomb, a secret

door. For my protection, nothing more.

Bonjour, France, my generous friend.

You know what favors I recommend.

Mercy, France, you've played your part.

I'll take my little friend's sweetheart.

A bigger map, a grander plan. I'll take the whole

land if I can.

Now,

who's next?

Across the sea, a brand-new friend.

His love for dolls just has no end. A little gift, a

happy grin. He grabbed it fast and let it in.

A little sip, a special brew. One more

friend joins our crew. A box of guests, a quiet

parade. New friends in Congress, neatly made.

A friendly hug, a tiny surprise. Another

friend before our eyes.

Now money flows, the bills go high. Your gas costs more?

Well, so do I. Can't fill your tank? Then use your feet.

I've got a war to fund, how sweet!

And elections?

Never fear.

The little red hats are all right

here.

Who's controlling whom?