I am your peom
they forgot the bow
Feed your tomorrow Palestine
Breathe David’s courage from their funerals
Grow reclaiming a day from their days
Ride your flood bombarding Zio-Nazism
Teach ignorance to worship your name
Hunt metamorphosis from museums of wisdom
Throw Victory perfume on their faces
Revive Jerusalem from martyrs wombs
Abort the blue star of occupation and I will kiss you my Star
Angel of Palestine
She gazed at the lost garden
Light rays dazzled our sight
We saw the green glory of paradise
Embrace her, above a pavilion of stars
Paradisal roots sprinkling
Drops of love on Palestine
Her gentle angelic hands
Sowing whispering hope
After a long mourning
Our hearts find refuge
A symphony of roses planted on
The agonized skin of Palestine
She is the witness of suffering,
martyrs… dark al-Naqba night
Promise of garden’s return
O Rose! Angel of Palestine