Rubbles of a memory
High upon the rubbles, a country shall reign
A generation to continue the lost struggles
And they shall fight, a fight to exist
And that fight shall be to rein and not be obliterated.
Palestinians for the land of Palestine.
High from the mountains, down to the valleys
Far from the river, near to the sea
A country, A promise, A race
Thousands shall perish for the dream
Millions shall live for the dream
That's the seed of the great Olive.
To live or not to leave
When shall it be, when, when, and I ask when?
When all these is over, there shall be a Palestine
Even when all is bombarded, there shall reman a race
When Zion walks away in shame of victory..
But as Zion reigns, Palestine shall never bow or crumble in a stone age
So shall it stands still as rubbles of a memory.
Copyright © Lamptey Godson Kofi | Year Posted 2024
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