What goes up
It must come down
They say without a doubt
But what goes in
To our chagrin
Sometimes does not come out
A certain Saudi journalist
To an embassy he went
To get his papers and records
But he went in while quite alive
But never did he leave
I’m not sure how the guys inside
Would think they would deceive
But in the end
I ask my friend
What will come of that?
A headline in a newspaper?
A diplomatic spat?
When there are other things at stake
No one will recoil
If it means losing contracts
Or raising costs of oil
I never knew Khashoggi
I never was a fan
I never read his column
I never saw the man
But certainly from my viewpoint
I cannot call him good
A terror sympathizer
With Muslim Brotherhood
He did not like the Holocaust
He said that it was bad
But Israel’s independence
Was similarly as sad
I heard he called
For certain change
And for Saudi reform
And that is why our Saudi friends
Are kicking up a storm
But the world is screaming, “MURDER!
THEY HACKED HIM UP TO DEATH!”
“It’s terrible!” they scream
Until they’re out of breath
“We must punish the bad kingdom
We must depose their king
We never heard or imagined
Such an evil thing!”
Indeed, they say they did it
Indeed, the king admits
But I also say I’ve never seen
Such brazen hypocrites
Kings like those have murdered
The terrorists have hacked
And suddenly the righteous world
Cries at this attack!
Yidden kidnapped, tortured
Backed by the PA
Vicious crimes against our folk
And what does the world say?
Front page of every newspaper
The man was a reporter
Is blood that’s read in black and white
The only one they slaughter?
I say to you, my hypocrites
If viciousness is hated
Yell and shout for every time
That it is perpetrated
Not just about a Saudi
Not just about a Brit
What about an Ari Fuld
You awful hypocrite
The world can shout and tumul
Can headline all the news
Except, of course, when victims
Are unfortunately – Jews
