Your land is our land.
Your Jerusalem is our Jerusalem.
Your blood is our blood.
Your children are our children.
We have an appointment with the new dawn,
And that dawn is near.
War As a Means to Peace
How could you ever know suffering
When it is my people who are dying?
How could you ever know pain
When it is my children who you are killing?
How could you ever know sorrow
When it is my people who have no country?
How could you ever understand
When you refuse to listen?
This war will not resolve the tensions
Between your people and mine.
We tell you �land for peace�
Though it was OUR LAND in the beginning.
You steal our land.
Then you ask for peace.
You destroy our villages.
Then you ask for justice.
You attack us with TANKS
When all we have are STONES.
Then you ask for COOPERATION.
And you are surprised when we REFUSE?!
We have had enough of your �peace.�
We have had enough of your �justice.�
You want us to cooperate with he
Who kills our children?
You want my brother to live with he
Who raped his wife?
You want us to be
SLAVES TO OUR ENEMIES?!
We will not give you land.
We will not give you peace.
Give us our country and what is RIGHTFULLY ours
Because next time we will not come only with stones.
Bil-Roh, Bil-Dam, Wafdik Ya Phalastine.
(In the spirit, in the blood, all praise to you Palestine.)
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