Revolt, I feel the essence of the air telling me no despair
Revolt, with every drop of blood on my land i was born at seige, lived in creed and longed to be free
Revolt, through every element in this rock strapped in my fist, the curses locked in my lips and hate that marks up to bliss
Revolt, is what i think of the when the sight of my family in distraught, my country forgot and the sacrifices of my forefathers left to rot
Revolt, why because they make me feel like my birth is a curse, cause waking up the second day feels worse than the first
So why is the there revolt imprinted in my soul? why must i lose fear to die in order to protect what my brain holds. For I have also dreamt of peace and serenity but received nothing but promised aids and no one to remember me.
Palestine on my mind,
Palestine in due time.
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