This tragic and martyred life of mine!
by haheed Al-Quds!!!
O Glorious and Mighty Lord of mine
Of Majestic Countenance, all praise is Thine,
This shrouded and crushed helpless heart of mine,
This tearful and terrified newly made mother of mine,
Embraces love reflecting Divine Compassion Sublime,
Seeks Justice within the Merciful Court of Thine.
Echoing screams chillingly set on this day of mine,
Innocent blood nourish bullets sprouting gripping vine,
Cries upon moans greet these newly formed ears of mine,
Congealed blood, rotting flesh the first smell of mine,
To mounting bodies and crying children open these eyes of mine,
Tied to chains of fate, my birth on this Holy land of mine.
Crying for food reach out these fragile hands of mine,
A rifle takes aim, crying is a crime of mine,
Throws a stone the weakened new mother of mine,
A bullet for a stone, defending me was my mother?s crime,
In my orphaned state for my family I do pine
Escaping degradation, jumping from death, we brothers align.
My ID states my name: Refugee, address: this very land of mine,
In desperation in vain, captured in terrorist tyrannical ruling claim,
Frustration insane, weak youths wrestle tanks so fine,
Systematic terrorism crushes our schools and breeds our sign
Uprising our sign, from house arrest, made refugees on this land of mine,
My brother is stabbed, ambulance nearby, alas no hope, first checkpoint in line.
Israel occupies in all the power, so why humiliate this soul of mine?
Security! Security! Is it needed to make your lives to shine?
But what of us, our bodies are sacrificed to keep the Israeli fine!
Horror is witnessed by these eyes of mine,
My childhood passes, with bombs I dine,
Like a puppet in a theatre they control every move of mine.
Enough is enough, humiliation. This garb of mine,
No avenue of hope, anger is growing, this food of mine,
I have known no peace, condemned to the gallows on no crime,
What I have to fight this gripping vine?
Because of despair my life joins the suicide line,
Terror is our food, our family on this Holy land of mine.
So with nothing to live for, the turn is mine,
I cast my mind back, my mother is reflecting Compassion Divine,
Seeks Justice within the Merciful Court of Thine,
This shrouded and crushed hopeless heart of mine,
No more we have, my blood soaks in despair on this land of mine,
This tragic and martyred life of mine.
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