About Palestine

Dust that makes their chest tightnessThe weapons that became their toysUnconscious body part has been stepped onTanks that they always see by the eye
The human rights that have been seizedThe insults and torture they getThe strong determination they have to accumulateThe sound of bombs that do not make them limp
Death to them is honeyPicking up dying with a melodious voiceStruggling without any embarrassmentBecause their lives do not wither
Hand separated from bodyLeft without any painFamilies lost without a traceLeaving the heart in a crack
Sometimes they askWhere is another nation?Sometimes they askWhat is the real meaning of peace?
The mosque they loveDestroyed as they prostrate themselves to the divineLittle by little their land is enteredIn an inhumane reason
Swear on behalf of the divineThat they are ready to dieAnd it will not go awayBecause they love this country
Palestine is a small and noble countryA big soul like a knightPalestine is a colonized countryThough they know the reward is janna