Heartbreak That goes beyond worry Mindless pains With out an answer Petitions denied if even heard This is justice? Old men who's eyes border on tears Look at rubble Almost incomprehensible Drivers laugh the laugh of the demon And no one hears the cries But only the wind
Soulless laughter A new tie links families With a disaster in common A home is destroyed In a personal attack on the heart A wall, illegal, separates Brothers from brother Farmers from farm And a people from their place nd no one hears the cries But only the wind
It is as if in destruction That faceless Nameless Monster could Tear the collective memory From the heart of Palestine. But nothing can This place is burned into the memory Forged into the soul By centuries of survival And no one hears the cries But only the wind
And laughter Birth and death Nothing can erase That It is a homeland For a people ancient Also seed of Abraham They till the soil of their Promised land The land promised to all the seed Not just one And no one hears the cries But only the wind
For a thousand yesterdays They have been part of this place A bulldozer tries But can not erase Every bit of the memory And even the hope This land contains The blood of the fathers The umbilicus of tens Of generations And no one hears the cries But only the wind
Where do we go What do we do now Screamed into the wind And the younger brother Who did this Turns a deaf ear To the elder brother he's wronged Ishmael and Isaac A drama almost as old as time Plays out in a place called holy By the three who worship The One
Pain cries out into the wind Pain of the heart Pain of the mind Pain of the tortured body Blood spilled as surly As a bullet would bring The heart is wrenched out Dispair Fear Where will we go And no one hears the cries But only the wind
What will we do And none listens The old and the young all disrespected In a land that prided itself On it's warm hospitality As cold hearts and frozen minds Turn warm homes Into oddly twisted rubble The disposed settler will find Compensation And no one hears the cries But only the wind
The dispossessed Palestinian Just finds comfort In the wind His shelter is but a checker scarf Sitting on a graying head Her shelter is anger that will Carry her for hours Then nothing will Comfort the longing for home Some retain possessions And no one hears the cries But only the wind
Some retain nothing but breath Possessions and places Will somehow be made Another family will press a bit closer And take in the other Things come again with time But the heart never forgets The wrenching of the soul When home is suddenly gone When despair replaces joy in life And fear tries to rule the day And no one hears the cries But only the wind
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