Farewell fella

While you are queuing for hell, you may well see a lot of Palestinian kids. Well, what's left of them. You died adored and comfortable, as well you might after redefining music for multiple generations. They didn't. They died hungry, terrified, bewildered, innocent.

Have a chat to some as you wait. Death breaks many boundaries, you will have no trouble understanding them. You sang about hell, they lived it. And died in it. If there is work in hell, you'll learn a lot from them about the true meaning of suffering.

You were friends with people who signed bombs destined to kill kids, and your wife laughed when Palestinian kids died. Laughed at dead children. Reposted IDF tanks covered with toys from dead children. Your music will always be amazing, but why did you choose to to support genocide?

Rock music saved many of us, and it will continue to be a source of hope and fulfilment for millions. Dead kids can't rock though, neither can their grieving parents. Thanks for being on the right side of music, wish you could have chosen the right side of history.

Good luck to you and your wife as Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. It'll be new to you. For those Palestinians alongside, it will just be another familiar day in hell.