Al Quds the Eternal Capital of Palestine
Loud your voice high,
And repeat after me,
Al Quds! Jerusalem!
Nay Urshalim,
It’s free but not for sale or hire!
Al Quds, capital of all Palestine
From north to south,
From east to west,
The eternal city, the mighty city,
The whole and the empire,
Trump, turns tramp,
And the shithole of countries,
That he despised, hated,
But forgot his native German village,
The ‘Mire’!
He displayed the entire white house,
The mighty house,
Furniture and co for sale
But failed to find a buyer,
But sooner or later,
Will be confused
Or what the US is made of,
Nations, peoples, cultures
Of the empire,
Sooner or later Mr. Trump,
Or rather tramp,
If he still misbehaves,
And sets his own house,
The American peoples’ house
Into fire!
We do not know whether,
He is deranged, or an imposter,
We do not know if he’s really,
Tracked a deal with Mr Nat,
And with the mobs
And with the high way robbers,
And with a Zionist,
The slayer,
To sell what does not belong to him,
We do not know either about his wish,
About his fish and dish,
Or was it simply part of his wicked
Desire,
But we swore that Al Quds,
The US, and with all its lovable people,
The whole country,
And the entire,
Know nothing of the plot
That gathered Mr Nat. And co,
And with a cheap Arabian Sheikh,
That went under the table,
And on a secret parchment and
A flayer,
Oh! Believers,
Be patient now and wait,
For your saviour,
The coming Mahdi,
And for the truth and for the challenge,
And for the wicked and the false prophet,
To come and be defeated,
And for the imposter liar!
Copyright © Abder Derradji | Year Posted 2018
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