They talk about justice:
yet we witness oppression
They talk about freedom,
But for the others they throttle
They say we're honest,
Yet, they call it modesty,
while spreading lies through the media
They portray us in shades of gray,
But in reality, everything is black and white.
They act like they're the victim,
When in reality, they are pernicious.
Muslim governments are sleeping,
While Palestinian and Gaza's people are bleeding
What you're witnessing isn't a dream,
but a harsh reality we face.
What purpose does your existence serve,
If you can't stand against oppressors?
This is genocide, time to pick the right side,
This ain't no game, Fight for the sake of Allah,
Where is your shame? They drop bombs like raindrops,
Shooting bullets like arrows.
Like this is a video game,
Each body drop is a reward.
The horror they inflict is ineffable
Muslim brothers are drenched in their own Blood
Buildings are crumbling,
everything around is tumbling.
We only see dust, smoke, and crops,
every other second a body drops
Our Muslims Brothers and Sisters are crying for help,
We ask Allah to have his wrath upon them (Israel),
Protect our Muslims Families and aid Palestinians.
Spoken Words By: Saadat Khalid Awan