The silence became a jailer The poet Mohammed Dabashah
He has built Zion in us
Silence became a jailer
The weakness remained
He was sunk without sails
The drums of despair
On tears and grief
Drain the spring of cast
Horses and colors
The blood sheds rivers
He is prosecuting our silent inability
How can we be free?
And the sun of splendor as long as
The boy wears the ego
Proudness was lost
Flags raise flags
The rage is tempered by time
We will be as inheritance
And a river watered ghosts
They steal the sunlight
Blur our identity blur
They take away the limits of yesterday
Unjustly and bluntly
And how many orphans remained
Weave Sven denunciation
And the mind in us is lost
But he is Hittin
He will liberate the earth
And display
Throw a rose flower
Expel the dreaded occupier
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