a love song for Palestine

cry cry Palestine embrace your people

and be free. 

Claim the young life lost,

for your children would rather die than

see you between the bars of other men.

May sweet lands be a cradle of Earth

for your people who have not come back

from the fight.

 Because your people are proud and brave,

they will not forsake you. 

Your people are dreaming of

  you

in

crazy bloody love,

their  key to your heart

hung on their chest

in infinite soverignity

their fist of rage clenched as

they sleep

Rise Rise Palestine

for your people are strong and resilient

and will not stand aside as

your lands are stolen,

your houses demolished,

Rise Rise

Palestine 

a land of olive groves and vineyards

your villages 

safe among the hills

your farmers

will come back

from working in their field

with their hands filled of your goodness

They will not give up

they will not forget

or retreat, rest asure

beloved Palestine

Bukra (tomorrow)

will bring be yours.

huriya is your crown

and you are the love

I do not own

nor wish to own ,

for this love has no boarders,

knows no reason or sense,

 knows nothing but a wish
to give into all the never ending
 beauty & wonder you unfold
 I wish One day I will see.