Angry For Gaza
Yesterday in GAZA
I saw a mother's tears
About his family martyrs
You don't know how I felt
I thought I'll kill myself
I used to ask her (myself)
How can I go there ?
How can I help them ?
Why am not I brave ?
Especially this time
Why am I so late ?
Why do I stay behind ?
My wall's shade
I wanted to fight, didn't I ?
Why am I scared from the fake ?
Sons of Zion, the wrongdoers by their crimes
This is a big mistake
How can I go ?
In order to show
To all this world
How I shall swallow
This Israel, like the pea
Mix it with the peach
I'm not joking here
It's just I wanna volunteer
By everything I've, even it's my ears
Copyright © Dr. Demane Mohammed Sheriff | Year Posted 2014
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