Those Children died in vain again
I want to prevent that
Those creatures that call themselves "Humans" make the noises of begging to sound like dying cats
Blood flows down like red ink
I run forward and the child gives me a wink
And he closes his eyes ever more
I then knew he was about to soar
A bird of Heaven with white wings
Feathers and everything who comes around and sings
I knew then that those children never died in vain
The sky's begun to let out it's rain
Crying for those poor people that just lost their lives
Mother,father,brother and sister holding knives
In order to defend their home
But those so called "Humans" continue to roam
They're as Cruel as Ink I always say
Because Ink is black and dark with not a single bit of mercy if you may
Those people left to give a better world for the next generation
But those so called "Humans" have a wall of rules with no penetration
Death at every turn
What will they learn?
While being Cruel as Ink in a way that makes people beg to be spared
But then they're not and end up being someone who least dares
Palestine was and will always be my home
My place, My sanctuary, My loved mosque so close
People in pain with no dose
We'll lose if we don't pick up a fight
We may lose our fame, name and might
Those "Humans" are as Cruel as Ink as I said before
And these people don't have much to their core
But still cruel as ice
They can never be nice
They take what's yours and say "it's mine"
That's the everyday suffering of Palestine
And they changed her name as well
Making the dark, snide and evil Israel
When will we get up pick up our swords and make her shine?
Open your beautiful doors again Oh Palestine
Wake up in peace and a smile
You didn't have that in quite a while
One day you will be free
And everyone will yell, tears of happiness falling "FINALLY!"