Palestine FAL-ES-TEEN
The bombs wailed out
In terror they scream
Her fears come to life
He was only fourteen
A young boy whose life is gone
A mourning family whose life has changed
A murderous government supports change
Isreal lay waste to beautiful homes
Isreal crushed them with bombs
Thousands of natives crushed under stone
Yet told to move and stay calm
So they calmly meditate in prayer
They ask the world to like and share
They ask us to speak up
For citizens to be made aware
Palestine has traditional crops and culture
Isreal acts like vultures
Picking away at Palestinian land
75 years of Israeli torture
But they sing out
The mother still screams
She knows without a doubt
This is what it means to be from Palestine
Copyright © Lyric Joseph | Year Posted 2024
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