| translated from HebrewI came back to Al Araqib, my homeBirth place of my father and grandfatherEvil men took my tentsMy food, my waterEven my blanket and the pillow under my headGuests were not offered any drink by meFor no sugar nor coffee were left meI am so very sad for I stood aloneAnd so evil men fought meBulldozers, guns and policemen came to frighten meEven a memorial I had built with my own handsThey, the evil men, demolished this grave on my groundGreat funds were wasted in their war against meMay they drop an atom bomb on my headI shall never dieNo, never dieFor in heaven and on earth my spirit lives on… |
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