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Nov 2020
I'm a slave in my own country
Freedom I'll never see and
I'm watching my family
Die right beside me
And nobody will help us
Freedom cost us so much
I'm screaming and nobody can here me
Freedom cost us so much blood
It cost us the lives
Of our fathers
Our sons
Our brothers and sisters
But while I'm not free
It has brought me tears
It has cost us a great price
Sadness and sorrow
Pain and greef
But why can't we be free
And so is a thing of great value
We must defend it
Our land is ours
Our forefathers
Before us
And these who have taken it away
They steal everything even stealing today
No more happiness and joy
The children can't even play
No more peace and love today
Stealing our land stealing our crops
And if we try to gain freedom
We're put down a prisoner
In our own country and
True freedom will never be free
And Palestinians will sadly never be free.
Free Palestine ❤️❤️ life
David P Carroll
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David P Carroll  M/Ireland
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