Deep - Rooted We Stay |
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 Tawfiq Zaiyyad On an olive tree I shall engrave The tragic secrets of my grave, And everything bitter I've tasted, And all the things plundered, wasted: The trees uprooted, the small village Surrendered to fire and pillage, The story of every crushed wild flower, Every demolished house, grove and bower. No war can ever kill the spirit of the free! This the savage invaders fail to see: A thousand intruders come and go, And melt like flakes of snow, While in our immortal country we stay Deep-rooted, dead or alive; we have our way. |
Jan 10, 2010
Deep - Rooted We Stay
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