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 Tawfiq Zaiyyad Roses grew on my window sill, And the moonbeams used to fill Every corner of my house and backyard: And dew nurtured my vineyard: My rich land used to yield Rich crops in every green filed. The light of hope used to shine and glean In my eyes, because I used to dream Of bread, love, happiness and liberty For all, away from wrong, death or poverty: 1 dreamt of the warmth, of a shining sun That would protect me, like everyone, But that was before the Zionist fire Burned everything in its filthy quagmire! |
Jan 6, 2010
Before they came!
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