FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA. PALESTINE WILL BE FREE. | 30.03.2024
I whisper to my soul, this world remains indifferent
to the paths we tread, yet God beholds them all.
I remind myself we ought to live with intent,
for God, the singular witness, notes our rise and fall.
I battle myself, confront sins that Heaven’s gates will refuse.
My heart alone speaks, yearning for that divine embrace.
No fear of those who innocence abuse,
smearing children’s blood, blind to its holy trace.
Indifferent they remain, to their cleansing,
dividing a world anew — ask the earth-shakers of their apartheid.
They’ll not speak of you, the wronged, the prophetic,
for their deeds are veiled, their consciences unclean.
We march, we cry, our cities echo your plight,
mourning for lives lost, of the terror from the skies.
Apologies we offer, through your sleepless nights,
for tainted waters, pacified hunger, broken families, silenced cries.
For brothers, sisters, sons, and daughters we weep,
with every day they choose to turn away.
We warn them, God observes His flock, His sheep,
if His fear they lack, our resolve they’ll surly prove.
To Gaza’s mothers, fathers, children, hear our vow,
our fight for you persists, unwavering, every minute, this we vow
To those who silence keep, your time approaches now,
a new era dawns, and with it, a choice of now.
When the call is raised, who will you stand beside?
From the river to the sea, hear the cry that freedom makes:
Palestine will be free, from the river to the sea.
Melody of Being Animate 