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.
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?
Half the world takes a stand, bearing black; green; white; red!