Free, Free Palestine
The olive trees scream where the mothers’ hearts break,
Their tears flood the valleys, a wound none can take.
In Amsterdam’s rain, we choke on your pain,
Palestine, your blood runs through our veins!
FREE, FREE PALESTINE, let your anguish roar!
A storm in our souls, shaking heaven’s own door!
No chains can strangle the fire in your cries,
We carry your grief to the thundering skies!
Children’s shadows tremble where the bombs scar the ground,
Their laughter’s a dagger, a holy, defiant sound.
Keffiyehs bleed red in the cold, bitter air,
Palestine, your spirit’s the cross that we bear!
Oh, Gaza, oh, Ramallah, can you hear our hearts crack?
Through the rubble and ruin, we’ll claw our way back!
The mothers’ wails shatter, the children’s dreams scream,
For your freedom, Palestine, we’ll tear down the seam!
The sea chokes on sorrow, yet it sings of your name,
Each wave a rebellion, each tide a new flame.
In Amsterdam’s streets, we’re a torrent of rage,
Our fists raised with yours, breaking open the cage!
Rise, rise, Palestine, through the torment and tears!
Your roots grip our hearts, defying the years!
With every raw sob, with every fierce vow,
FREE, FREE PALESTINE, WE’RE YOUR ARMY NOW!
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