Palestine, rise from your ashes!
Hell released its dams only days ago,
Lava flows, pure like honey
Guided to reach bloody hands.
Killers of your people, trees and fields
Have no place to hide —
Lava flames, guided to burn their hearts
And prolong their living and pain.
Killers of your people, trees and fields,
Their final places in zones, unknown:
They shall sun tan there, rot but not die...
They will dethrone Satan & sit in his place.
Palestinian children, elders and mothers
Lost their blood, flesh and bones decomposed.
Their spirits, their souls, wave Heaven’s flags,
Signs for victory soon to be attained.
Olive trees, hay fields and fruit gardens
Crushed, smashed, uprooted and choked.
Their screams and cries did not lessen their pain,
Their Mother, "Earth" promised revenge.
Fifty years of pain and tears, killings continued
From sunrise to sunrise,
Skipping no days or nights.
Arabs and Muslims, stunned, drugged,
Or maybe drowned in shame.
