What Hurts Me The Most

This is what hurts the most, to blame me for what I consider as my worst nightmares, to put my country's name next to OUR COMMON enemy. Can't blame you. Can't blame you at all. My past regime made me shout for you in vein, made me sleep and left you in living hell. I wish you understand, it was all a play we had been fooled by. You have got to believe me I am not a participant in this dirty game. I will never wash my problems by your blood, just my leaders are not under my control. My voice, as yours, not heard but I am trying to change it. Not only for me! But for you too! For us together.

Who We Are, Who They Are

We need to think more about our future and expect the worst to be aware

We need to trust in our power and dream big to accomplish more

They will never let their greedy demands go like that

Because you've just advised them to revise History and look back!

They are all about heartless monsters made of paper

Their sharp edges scratch you but you keep being stronger, braver

Don't call their men, soldiers but they are bloodsuckers

Don't call their women, mothers because they don't know the feeling of losing sons and daughters

Don't call their children, kids because the weapon is their toy

And they are sure that their prey is our courageous boy

Don't call the land where they live, Isreal but it is Palestin

Where they save on its lands, their crimes and bury their sins

Won't we wake up?! Won't we tell the world?!

Won't we talk and say our word?!