And then there were none

Ten rescue workers,

tryin' to help in time,

One was shot by a sniper, 

and then there were nine;

Nine rescue workers,

hopin' they ain't too late,

One caught some shrapnel,

and then there were eight.

Eight rescue workers,

bravest under heav'n.

One was picked off by a drone,

and then there were seven;

Seven rescue workers,

being shot just for kicks,

One was killed execution style,

and then there were six.

Six rescue workers, 

all that's left alive,

One was tied and tortured,

and then there were five;

Five rescue workers, 

there used to be some more,

One went to help another,

and then there were four.

Four rescue workers,

between the river and the sea,

One seen through a rifle sight,

and then there were three;

Three rescue workers,

wondering what to do,

One was shot by a soldier,

and then there were two

Two rescue workers,

murdered just for fun,

One more in the mass grave,

and then there was one;

One rescue worker,

livin' all alone,

Drone came back on the attack,

and then there were none.

(After the murder of 15 rescue workers by the IDF: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2025/mar/31/israel-killed-15-palestinian-paramedics-and-rescue-workers-one-by-one-says-un)