Zionist Crimes
In lands where olive trees were once tended with care
echoes of laughter from the indigenous ones
beneath a sky where foreigners cast their lies
Where dreams were lost and all hope died
children's eyes opened wide with fear
memories of peace now blurred and unclear
Horrors whispered in the dark of night
Zionists crimes of plunder and plight
fields once fertile now stolen by knife
In the name of the mafia they've taken my child's life
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