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“From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be Free”,
Is what echoes through the darkness,
Through the blood that flows down the streets,
Through the children that disappear like dust,
Through the smoke that comes with a gust;
Blinding the eyes, unable to adjust.
Certainly, the land will be theirs,
As they fight back those who point their weapons at them.
Certainly, there is more to wait,
Up above where the King has already written their fate.
They won’t leave,
They won’t give up,
No matter how much they would beg,
No matter how many buildings blow up.
Ya Allah, the final judgment day is yours,
The day when You will scale all the wars.
We await the day when we hear the children laughing and giggling,
Swinging their legs, singing, and running.
Awaiting the day when the scales will be tipped,
And those in the wrong will be silent, forever tight-lipped.
