| Ballads The child in Green The Child in green, Used to walk along his daily road, Smiling to the life that had been, Walking steadily but never got bored, Although he was poor boy of a camp, He was aiming to be a great man, That child in the green.... This morning he passed as always he does, The books were heavy over his back, The teacher did announce him for a prize, Thus very happy, indeed he was, Shots were heard, the people did hark, That evening did come, but the child did not, A rifle did break all of his bones, The child in the green... |
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| Good morning Mr. President, Good morning Mr. Lies, They told me that a sponsor, Must be brave and wise, He talks straightforwardly, And only with his tongue, He sees with his eyes, He loves holy freedom, And justice with no dyes… You can get your coffee, Relax and accuse, Watching your movie, Of shelling and amuse, You can be so cheap, To gain a single vote… |
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| Murder is the murder, No one can deny, Whoever is the killer? Or where starts the cry, Victims share the victims’ feelings and believe, The world should be clean, safe, free and green, Only with justice this worth to try, How far is the distance? But evil has the hands, Hate shells children, And falls from sky, It’s the same language knows how to fly, |
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| Areej was a girl of only nineteenth, She lived there in Hebron before of yesterday, Her heart was pumping, Her dreams dare to breath, She never thought that soon, She has to stop and leave ... Areej was a girl, Like millions in this world, She looked for a house, And a spouse with lovely kid, And to get her breakfast, And to leave her hair with wind, She did not ask for takeaway death ... |
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| Words Words …. Words and only few words , Cannot be bigger, Cannot be better, But it can tell much, Although words are still only words! … Cannot cure my own wounds, Cannot restrain my homeland, Cannot bring back the leaving birds, But still they are words! …….. |
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| Tales of Crime Once upon a time, At the golden paradise of mine, Olives were trees, Green, happy and fine, People were free, The sun did shine, Our glory love and small homeland, We call it Palestine……… |
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| It was only one squared kilometer, Used to have a name yes always, Ten hundreds poor roofs are there, Where people last week roasted like stakes, You need to know the story, just wait … Kids were kept alone under fire, Shivering and pray for help ten days, Where did go the father and the mother? Doors where smashed and no use of keys, You need to know the story, just wait…. |
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