Broken homes, torn limbs everything’s broke
Blood splattered on the ground
Can’t feel a thing can’t hear a sound
Ears still ringing from the explosion
I can’t take this anymore I need a diversion
They say we’re the terrorists, then why is my home obliterated
With bombing plane and monstrous tanks I am greeted
I stand in the street trying to understand why I deserve this
Beside me lays my sister, she always dreamed of becoming a princess
Can you hear the mother’s cries?
Can you see the expression of despair in this child’s eyes?
Men carry corpses trying to save their daughters
While 6 year olds are struggling, trying to revive their brothers
Those unlucky enough to have survived wished they too have died
Instead, they are forced to subside.
And when the Rebellion starts
And rage breaks through all ramparts
We are silenced by the fear of another massacre
It seems to you, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
It’s my fault I didn’t see the sign, you say this land is now yours
You call it Israel. I call it Palestine.
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