Gunshot upon gunshot with so many dead. The numbers first decreased then increased by the press, and imperturbable the executioner moves forward, yes, the words of his song now openly heard. The Trumpet blower blows and the Messenger calls: Murder upon murder, and look, the Butcher is a Jew once again.      

Everywhere there will soon only reign emergency upon emergency, so listen to gunshot upon gunshot. Look, there comes a mass grave, dug by heavy machinery, in one long ditch. With the number of so many corpses, first decreased and then increased by the press. So the Bugle moves on imperturbable, the words of his bloody song on the tune of a monotonous note.

The trumpet blows, so listen to his word: Look, the Executioner ties a noose, braided from a strange Greek cord. In the Mediterranean ocean a luxurious boat sails, it belongs to a very rich Nobleman. So, what is arms of war and what is useless scrap.

Look, an influential sheikh becomes Egypt’s biggest ally and an old Israel peace-negotiation is casually, contemptuously, pushed to one side. So, gunshot upon gunshot, soon there will be a shortage of lead, with little fruit in the world-orchard. Yes, governments will soon trade gold for precious bread.