Away from this injustice
Away from all this ugliness
Can any of us go away?
But even if we did,
It’s inside of us
Not injustice, not ugliness
Not this filthy reality
But it’s our Homeland
The one we can’t be free in
The one we can’t be safe in
A 16 year old kid kidnapped
Burned from the inside with gasoline
Set on fire while still alive
Burned to die so they could be pleased
God damn those blood thirsty creatures
Oh dear Mum, don’t you cry
They burned him alive we know
But they woke the whole kingdom at night
Oh dear Mum, don’t you cry
As for your relief all Palestine thrives
Rocks might be all we have in our hands
But remember Mum what you used to say
What every free great man used to say
No matter how dark it gets
The sun will come out soon
Rocks might be all we have in our hands
But his blood is our fuel
His last sighs and last cries
Even his last words are our guides
His death, oh his death
His death made us all rise
His death made us all unite
They think that bombing Gaza every night
Will make us stop and leave our pride
But they shall always be wrong
As it’s our home, our land
They think that their terror will be useful
They think what they did, and what they do
Is always nothing related to brutal
They think that killing, kidnapping, running over us
Will make us stop our freedom bus
But they shall always be wrong
As it’s our home, our land
Our mother Palestine
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