Song Of Palestine – Radicalised
Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.
Immersed in purpose-penned poetry, I can not do else; cannot but cry emphatic.
The tears in the eye; on the cheek; in the palms; on the dress.
I send my Eye along the river of the underworld to breathe my power!
For the dead of conflicts ended long ago before their birth they’ll say “Armistice!”.
The child said: Was it The Accursed who sent you? Was it God?
Su-Tekh approaches… “Here, at last, one of us two will drown!”