Let’s go back before it starts,  
Before the war, the bombs, the shattered hearts.  

Before the time when peace was bright,  
Palestine stood in golden light.  
Then strangers came, seeking space,  
And Palestinians gave with grace.  

All was well—till greed crept in,  
A slow betrayal, a growing sin.  
One by one, they claimed the land,  
Till war was forced by their own hand.  

Have you ever thanked the ones  
Who sheltered you beneath their sun?  
But kindness was not what you sought,  
Only power—only "mine" was taught.  

You took their homes, you took their lives,  
Yet still, their prayers rise and rise.  
You paint the land in black and red,  
But judgment waits for what lies ahead.  

They hold a place in paradise,  
While fire awaits your sacrifice.  
You chase the world that fades so fast,  
While they seek peace that ever lasts.  

We pray to God to grant their plea,  
For justice, truth, and dignity.  
Go ahead—do as you will,  
But history speaks, and time stands still.