Regarding the pain of the Palestinians
Lyrics
Am I the scorching sun above
Or the child exposed?
[1]
Mimicking this wilting weed
My lone shade in the desert
Every drop of hope I had
You drank your fill; excess spills down your beard
[2]
The pharaoh, once your oppressor
Now your paragon
[3]
Screeching owls circles your gardens
[4]
Screaming “blood guilt”
Mass graves fertilize olive trees
[5]
Our graves left unwatered
[6]
Criticize our modest blossom
While you leach our tongue
Tell us all of your exceeding greatness
Through "small, dеath-spitting mouths"
[7]
Fingers rise to flick the locusts
[8]
That you rеsurrect
Mother Hagar smiles and wipes her eyes
God has seen us writhe in dust
Our thirst will be sated
Our keys, kept, will open the floodgates