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I am the child of Palistian I have my cause and I have my rights When I see my older brother Taken up into the outlaw's hands I cry out the international cry That if they shoot me to my death I'll clutch a stone in my hand And never forget the martyrs' cause
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
I Am The Child Of Palestian
I am the child of Palistian I have my cause and I have my rights When I see my older brother Taken up into the outlaw's hands I cry out the international cry That if they shoot me to my death I'll clutch a stone in my hand And never forget the martyrs' cause
-Translated nursery rhyme, as sung by a five-year old girl from Khan Yunis, Gaza Striip
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
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