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!
Copyright © Abder Derradji | Year Posted 2019
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