In Birth And After Death They Are In Chains.

 

In Palestine since the Nakba, a land is imprisoned

Harsh collective punishment, military aggression inflicted,

A deluge of misfortune  pouring down, sowing misery 

Rights of humanity violated, darkness daily altering feeling,

A  26  year old mother is fighting for the right to give birth 

Without being shackled  and confined in a jail cell.

162 parents are fighting for the right to bury their children 

Whose bodies are held hostage by the Israeli military

In birth and after death they are in chains

As the world sits back and watches silently

And the oppressor steals from them, the beauty of life

Tries to steal victims will with endless persecution 

Homes bulldozed, bombs dropped with no mercy 

But in the depth of profound misery and hurt

Will not gain the subservience of proud people

Who continue to take a stand against  cruel  system

For there is no other choice, when answering freedoms call

Resisting the urge to cower, with unbroken pride rise

In time of struggle release sumud,, to soften  pain

I will not forget, offer my voice as solidarity

While my heartbeat becomes part of  them.