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Freedom flags all float in the air
The black and white pattern, it quivers, it quivers
And is hoisted, wet by salty tears
As the screams make the ground below them shiver

And the freedom flags, they keep floating in the air
Silently, silently they whisper of despair

Freedom flags all lie around their necks
Strangling the dead, they slither, the slither
As the children of Abraham start to annex
And the freedom flags all begin to wither

And the freedom flags, they stop floating in the air
As the men behind walls beings to cheer

Freedom flags all crumble in the dust
The missiles meet their casualties in infatuation
And the blood is spilled on the pillow of unjust,
As Abraham’s children admire their creation

And the freedom flags are buried into the crumble
Around the necks of those who were humble
And those remaining, they crash and they stumble
Over fathers and daughters, as the missiles tumble

The freedom flags can’t lives protect, from the system’s defect
Only of the dream it can reflect, and of the fight for respect

The freedom flags, they float silently
The freedom flags, they all float violently

Thou shalt not kill…

Silence.
Before the storm.

“It started too soon” the daughter cried.
Her father was gone,
Her mother had died,
And she was left behind.

The time has come, in this gunpowder whirl
With the Keffiyeh around her head,
She whispered to her darkened dread,
“Maybe it is time for me to leave this world…”