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