Five Songs and Poems for Palestine

United Colours of Palestine

Shed a tear

Do not fear

Blood and paint

Are about to run

The children of

Fearless Palestine

Die under the

Desert sun

 

Red, the blood of their loving kin

Black, the shade of evil Zion

White, the truth that is without sin

Green, the grass we are to die on

 

Don’t look away

You must stay

Flesh and soul

Are torn apart

The women of

Fearless Palestine

They want you

In their heart

 

Red, the blood of their loving kin

Black, the shade of evil Zion

White, the truth that is without sin

Green, the grass we are to die on

 

Fight their cause

Do not pause

Black and white

Like Raven and Dove

The men of

Fearless Palestine

They too need

Your love
Red, the blood of their loving kin

Black, the shade of evil Zion

White, the truth that is without sin

Green, the grass we are to die on

 

Song of Sorrow

They kill babies in their beds

Kids’ limbs torn to shreds

Old women left to die

Blood rouge in their eye

They taunt them with terror

Just look at the horror

These people you see

Are like you and me

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

They crucified Christ

An ultimate heist

As villains they travelled

Their pain was unravelled

Under King David’s star

They wandered afar

Nowhere was home

And far did they roam

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

Then the Black Death

Was blamed on their breath

As babes were baptised

The Jew was despised

By Shakespeare and Shylock

No door could they unlock

From Poland to France

They tripped the death dance

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

In their millions they died

And in the ovens they fried

Then the arms of the world

Towards them unfurled

The final solution

Needed quick resolution

By the kind British hand

They were given their land

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

In the millions they came

Moses, Ruth, Abel and Cain

With gold pockets of money

To taste milk and honey

A rich land of ripe cereal

They found their state Israel

The West’s greatest friend

Which it would always defend

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

But something is wrong

As I sing you this song

Their new land was fine

It was called Palestine

But it belonged to some others

Who had been their brothers

And it is hard to forgive

When you have nowhere to live

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

For sixty years or more

The others were ground to the floor

To be crushed and berated

By the Zionists they were hated

Their homes torn from them

Under the beatings of men

And their only base crime

Was to keep Palestine

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

Now time’s gone full circle

Gaza’s been sliced like a Berkel

The Zionists’ hate

Has closed the last gate

So innocent eyes

Stare with fear to the skies

The artillery shell

Introduces children to hell

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

So let us try to reflect

On our years of regret

Amid the killing and torture

We were eyeless in Warsaw

And like Pilate of old

Our guilt it was sold

The West washed its hand

Stealing another man’s land

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

Now the Zionist state

Is so full of hate

That behind an iron shield

Its own hell does it wield

To kill and to maim

More lives still to claim

From near Calvary’s Cross

Their gain is our loss

Can you hear the missiles whine?

Like some hellish pantomime

Now is the time

Yes, it’s the time

To Free Palestine.

 

Hope in Hopelessness

Huddled by the puddles

In the corner

Where the drains run

Frozen stiff with frostbite

And soaked to the skin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

 

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

 

Hunger gnaws with no mercy

At the women

In the awning

Dying to survive

Blisters on her chin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

 

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

 

Screams pierce the darkness

In the rubble

Of the shelter

Bombs explode above

The Zionist’s dark sin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

 

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

 

Hostage to blind fortune

In the ruins

Of your home

Peeking out for someone

The light is getting dim

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

 

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

 

Return of the Pale Rider

Kobane it falls to ISIS

Murder’s irony is not so sweet

The West it turns its shoulders

Watches the news and tries to sleep

 

On Gaza’s shattered pasture

They grieve for their own kin

In the dark Israeli kitchens

They can’t wash away their sin

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

 

The Kurdish sky now turns red

As the women are raped below

They cry in the name of Allah

Their black flag is just a show

 

Back in bloody Palestine

They struggle to rebuild

The world it looks away

Their compassion has been filled

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

 

On Turkey’s frozen border

The generals stand and stare

The USA’s dirty dollars

Makes it easier to bare

 

Behold a pale rider

The oil baron he just stands

60 years still with the desert dust

Slipping slowly through his hands

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

 

Back home in middle England

And in the mid-west towns

The voters are manipulated

As false manikins and clowns

 

They say there is no money

For hospitals and schools

But billions left for weapons

We are treated worse than fools

 

Many millions gaze in anger

A million more cry tears of shame

When they see what they have done

What’s been done in their own name

 

Palestine Blood

The West Bank is bleeding

Tears of blood weep Israel murders

While the West goes to sleep

 

Down in the cellars

They shelter the storm

Alone in their terrors

A new child is born

 

The blood of the children

Stains our humanity

While the US give a billion

An act of depravity

 

Wake up my friends

For now is the time

To make our amends

And save Palestine

 

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Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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