Where do souls go, where do they come from
Whisked away like the flame on the candles, innocent faces, cold and dry.
Burned, scarred, humiliated and then scorched away in terror
Worldly desires won over, greed reigned supreme
Schools, chairs, tables, all turned to dust from destruction,
Mosques, churches, in all holy places they marked their turf.
God put seals on their hearts, locks for them to not see the truth
On humanity to turn its back on Palestine, like people did with Lut.
Stranded, betrayed, in heat and blaze
They sweat to even find a meal in this age,
While the soldiers of enemies drank wines in their holy place.
Two nations for decades in an awkward phase.
In blizzard or storm, the kids know no fear.
Their faith in God, strong, they are not afraid of jeers.
When they walk the path, or when they walk the salted lakes.
Miracles happen for them, lights will shine after their darkest days.
The doom will come and so will the judgment,
and then their eyes will shine as God quells their rage.
Women seeing their kids being murdered in homes
Being dragged out on streets and killed
In the purple flames, amidst the nights,
Freeze the time, still.
Even the time will attest of cruelty when the morning comes,
Let the Fairest handle it, let the judgment come.
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