Looking For My Palestina

I Came To the Medina Looking for my Palestina Baby my Baby Where are you? Still under the rubbles? Still alive my Diva Oh my Devina! The Highways robbers, The snitch, the pimps of the Dollar, And of the Shekel, Still abusing the little Ballerina, But she defied them all, And she is still standing on one little toe, With no support, Since she became, Now lonely in an orphelinat My beloved, my adorable Palestina! Live, and live and live now, And in the future, Despite the A...Rabs And the Gulf lackeys And Al Alkami of the Palace, Still serving his bosses, In the Medina, Snitching, selling his own meat, His own flesh and honour to the Zombies, Who used Red Indians, Puerto Ricans, And poor destitute, Oppressed Latina But remember my hero, Who reduced those to zero, That was once, in the famous, Battle of all battles, Of Hattina! Saladin here he lives today, And tomorrow, With a million and a billion, Enforced by men of deed, Not of a creed, And true soldiers, Martyrs, Mudjahideena!