Freedom Will Come
The River bleeds your blood, And the Sea sings your name, While the coloniser's bombs flood Your earth with new graves. Clouds of smoke plague the land You hold dear, as voices smothered Reach out a hand for their dying Mother, Hoping She is near. Beaches, mosques, and steeples Are ruined without end, As the world watches a people It helped slaughter and condemn, Run out of water and children. Death by rubble await many more. As the oppressor tries to bury their crimes in fire, Even the stillness of demise cannot shelter a liar from their lies, When they call it a "war, not a genocide." Yet annihilations and evacuations, Cannot displace the heart, Nor those who refused to abandon stations from the start. Fill the sky with phosphor and paper planes, they dare you, Drench their splintered homes in acid rains. They won't spare you from the truth: Freedom will come, and mountains will move. For even after centuries of atrocities unspoken, The spirit of Palestine canno