Poor baby! He should have run afoul of authorities in one of his beloved Arab backwaters. Then he'd really have some colourful battle scars (or a black and blue corpse) to show for his efforts.
If I were him I'd put it on a t-shirt: CRAP, I WENT ALL THE WAY TO GAZA AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS ITTY-BITTY BRUISE.
Update: Or maybe he could put it to music:
It was an itsy bitsy, caused by Jews, see,
Yellow, black and bluish bruisey
That he wore for the first time today...
Update:
He couldn't wait to get out of the slammer.
He was as brazen as he could be.
He couldn't wait to get out of the slammer,
He couldn't wait for the whole world to see.
(Two, three, four, tell the people what he wore...)
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