Since 1948, they’ve mirrored each other, it’s been spanning over seven decades
The monster gives no rest, it eats away, an unending hunger with blood-soaked fangs
How many more of my people should die before I watch if the red turns black in my own veins?
How can I look at the people around me living without worry for their loved ones as if we’re the same?
A mother from my country cries for her murdered son while a boy in Gaza cries, “To whom will I say Mama again?”
How many more villages shall they burn on my land like they break apart Palestinian homes and hearts unable to mend?
They fear to liberate nations, they know the power of the persecuted, even with rubble and ash in our hands
To laugh as bombs strike, in the name of God, may they bite their tongues off until their prayers are left without an Amen
Zen Hatlang