Extol me not, I am not worthy.
Lament, I must, for it’s getting stormy,
And the world is no longer syrupy.
I lost hope, lost my ambition.
I am on my way, with no destination.
I am lost, lost in translation.
The sweet song you used to chant;
I forgot it now, my darling aunt.
I am weary, I feel ‘vacant’
I am helpless,
This new place is not mine
This new country; I don’t feel fine
Home a word, feeling I can’t define
This is not where my great-grand-father was born
This is not our legitimate throne
We should be the ones out there mourn
We kill the sons of other men
We rape their homes to build our den
We handicap them and burn their skin
We wander around and spread lies
And bury the ‘prints where the truth lies
We control their seas and their skies
We learn at school to hate them all
We learn that we are the players and they are the ball
We can turn their spring into fall
This is not where we belong
This is not our song
We have to move on and go along
We have to leave Palestine
No matter how we try to make it ours, to refine
We are to stop; we crossed the inhumane line.
They die so we could live
I don’t want such thing
Let us leave, so we both live
This is not ours to have
Not ours to keep.
Let’s leave. There is no place for us here.