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The Palestinian boy looks over yonder in pain and simmering anger Over the hills a soldier watches his every move While protecting a land grabber, a "returning owner" Where does his deliverance come from PLO ? UN ? HAMAS ? ARAB NATIONS They can care less What happened to freedom he ponders He lost his childhood friend to a sniper's bullet Like Abel's blood was spilled by his kin Ishmael's progeny have stained the ground with their blood Wailing goes on unceasing The value of a Life has never been so little Dispensable, easily done away with But Jannah awaits and Unto his hands, my spirit I commit The boy mutters silently as he makes his way to another funeral.
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Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 2:43 AM UTC
The Children of a Lesser God
The Palestinian boy looks over yonder in pain and simmering anger Over the hills a soldier watches his every move While protecting a land grabber, a "returning owner" Where does his deliverance come from PLO ? UN ? HAMAS ? ARAB NATIONS They can care less What happened to freedom he ponders He lost his childhood friend to a sniper's bullet Like Abel's blood was spilled by his kin Ishmael's progeny have stained the ground with their blood Wailing goes on unceasing The value of a Life has never been so little Dispensable, easily done away with But Jannah awaits and Unto his hands, my spirit I commit The boy mutters silently as he makes his way to another funeral.
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Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 2:43 AM UTC
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