Walking is becoming difficult. Your legs won’t follow.
You see these frontiers, the horizon never ends.
Hypocrisy, they talk about human rights on a yacht under the midday sun.
Can the legal system be efficient, if killers are also lawyers and judges?
A continuous reprimand.
In the country you were born, living has become a terrorist act.
But you can’t help it a voice at the back of your mind tells you to resist.
The bullets can hit you.
Renouncing is such a bitter death, it’s harder to bear.
To resist is above all to exist, it’s that thirst for freedom for each exhaled sigh.
Your pride in the deepest adversity urges you to raise your head in front of your oppressors.
A struggle between equals. They have human beings and not dogs in front of them.
With fathers and mothers at the foot of a wall and children who only wish to imagine their life in the future.
They think they blow out a candle light but look in our hearts, it’s a blazing fire.
Look at how many individuals show the courage of this people that refuses to bow to the world’s third army.
I thought that cold days were behind me.
I thought that suffering was behind me. In my sky there is a world an endless world filled up with colours.
In my sky, there are dreams and all that remains are illusions. Sometimes I remain silent sometimes
I talk I tell stories, I mumble words. I thought that cold days were behind me I thought that suffering was behind me. ‘Cause over there it’s carnival everyday
Their crimes dress up as surgical strikes. Despite all of that, what an example look at their knees, they’re stiff while yours are trembling.
It’s you who are massacring at point-blank range. You who spray a whole population with white phosphorus.
You who destroy their roofs, their schools and their work. And yet, it’s you who are living in fear.
You who is living on edge, Because for each murder you’ll find someone who will hold the flag.
For each soul you take, ten of them will stand up, ten of them will fight, and ten will fall.
And for those ten who will fall, you will find a thousand who stand up, a thousand on the front line, a thousand who will fall.
In your blood-stained hands, drowned in impunity.
Until you are faced with a population of dignified and proud people. May that day be mine, may that day be yours,
Because today, we are all Palestinians.
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Meanwhile there are protests being held around the world against the latest escalation in the ongoing conflict.