Song Of Palestine
I was there sleepingMurdered with my woundLike all the dead soulsIn Palestine around Even the blood frozenBecame history of the landMillions of dead soulsAre glittering through the sand Blank faces of my painsThe agonies on and onThe mist over the dead visionAll were in unison… To escape from the deathTo revolt against the goonsTo fight for my voiceTo win our freedom soon August The 29th’ 2018