A Sonnet for Palestine

When time comes,
They will see,
They will beg,
But will we react?
To their cry for help?

Our prayers like bullets,
Let them fly,
Let them seek,
This heartless souless freaks.

A death sentence that leads to paradise,
A cause they suffer to suffice,
They will ask then,
Oh where, where were we?
We so called pompous populace.

Our prayers are what they need,
Together standing we are as a creed,
Firing all prayers towards the cowards,
Let them have it,
Let them see the passion indeed.

Our prayers like bullets,
Let them fly,
Let them seek,
This heartless souless freaks.



This boy with a stone in his hand,
Lashing the Zions monstrous tank,
A process of David vs Goliath,
The kid defends his sacred land,
An unfair fight till the end.

This blood, they feed on,
The kills they lie upon,
Lets pray,lets all pray,
Let them be strong,
For this fight is gonna last quite long.

Our prayers like bullets,
Let them fly,
Let them seek,
This heartless souless freaks.