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when prayers are offered from the heart of the oppressed
the rifle muzzle spits out a bullet
when devoted to God
the whistling of bullets shot from all directions

cries of serenity tinged with screams of pain
when boots hit the prostrate head
turning low prayers into screams

we from a distance can only cry
in your pain we scream
lost all respect for humanity
get dumped by arrogance

after you confiscated our house
inch by inch of the earth of birth
then suddenly you announce we no longer have the right to stay

after we lived in the house of God
then you want to straddle God's house
you ruined the peace of our life
you snatch harmony as a social being

by the will to power
by sheer greed
until we forget we will all be gone
came back and was held accountable

my Palestine, my grief
in every drop of your tears, there is a prayer
in every drop of blood that comes out there is lamentation to God

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