Poet JJ
30-07-08, 08:57 AM
The tear of Iraq, the blood of Palestine
It shows me that we haven’t got much time
The tear drops from a child reflects his past
The blood that flows through Palestine will be the last
Both conflicted through the deceitful politicians
That heartbreak within my soul
Giving that freedom for my brothers is my goal
As my hands reach for the sky, I seek for aid
It seems like this test is thorough, when would it fade?
O mother don’t cry, surely the shaheeds don’t die
Their place is welcome above
From the heavens full of love
I weep, I weep till my eyes turn dry
I shoot, I shoot till they all dropp and die
It shows me that we haven’t got much time
The tear drops from a child reflects his past
The blood that flows through Palestine will be the last
Both conflicted through the deceitful politicians
That heartbreak within my soul
Giving that freedom for my brothers is my goal
As my hands reach for the sky, I seek for aid
It seems like this test is thorough, when would it fade?
O mother don’t cry, surely the shaheeds don’t die
Their place is welcome above
From the heavens full of love
I weep, I weep till my eyes turn dry
I shoot, I shoot till they all dropp and die