"palistian" poems
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
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC