I have no cannons that roar
Except a little white dove
Full of compassion and love
Holding a broken olive twig
On her right ventricle
A white bleeding shroud on another
A gloomy yesterday it flew
To mournful Palestine
Holding my moaning tears with a hand
My burning love in another
A Patriot made in Uncle Sam's slaughterhouse
Jumped like a devilish demon
From Abu Dhabi, a six-pointed star on its back,
It flew and flew
Until it settled
Right in the heart of
My little white dove
I heard a boom in the cloudy sky of Palestine
My little white dove disappeared
My moaning tears, like rain,
Fall on the Sacred Land
One day they'll grow little doves
My burning love, like soul,
Embraced Al Aqsa Mosque
I heard a tearing sigh
"My little child will die
And tomorrow will never be the tomorrow
I used to know"
Oh never mind Palestine, said I
The ashes of your brave children
One day become the soldiers of Palestine
And all the traitors
The dirty traitors
They'll vanish in the sewers of Uncle Sam
Farewell to thee my sweet
Sweet Palestine
Mimoun Zeggai
Oujda 17/05/2021