The skies fell upon us all
Falling stars made of brimstone
The shots resounded in my ears
Drums striking in unison

We are the blood of our fathers
And the tears of our mothers
We are the remnants of insurgents
And the echoes of patriots
We are the foot steps on the beaches
And the tree that was once planted

Every country's forefathers
Every martyred priest
Every hidden rebel
Every act of bravery

What
Was once a symbol of terror
Was once treasonous
Was once unspeakable
Was once nothing more
Than a voice that rose
Amongst many others
And screamed no more

No more will we be persecuted
No more will our children
And their children
Die

I went forth and picked up a gun
Loading 12 bullets in the magazine
Recoiled one in the chamber
But pocketed one round for me

I searched for the enemy
In the cover of darkness
hiding beneath an olive tree
I pulled my finger towards me

The muzzle flash of light
Revealed his face
My brother lied dead on the ground
I have nothing now

War is a child playing in the sand
Governments are a magnifying glass
We are ants in search of shelter