Free Filisteen

Do you remember my daughters Iman or Haya

How about my sons Khaled or Yahya

I want you to remember, these children you killed

Shifting plates, leaving my heart un-filled

You stripped my people of their human rights

In this war, injustices have reached new heights

I feel every rocket, every bullet you aim

For how long must I bear this pain

I witnessed it all, brutality caused by your unjust law

I’m tired of military occupation and war

You walk with your weapons in hand

Abusing my people for a reason they don’t understand

You wake families at night, knock down their doors

You put your hands on me, as if I am yours

I have been tortured, humiliated, used

My beauty has been ruined, my body abused

amidst your bombs and missiles

My cries are heard from miles

You killed my children, some had to flee

I long for the day they will return back to me

Many people talk of my continuous pain

Even the wind has begun to whisper my dream

In a chant that echoes my name; Free filisteen