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By Manal Ramadan

8/24/02

 

They tell us to look ahead at the future

And to stop referring to the past

How can they ask us to do that

When we lost so many people so fast?

 

How could we look to a future

That they don’t want us in?

How could we just forget about the past?

And start new lives again?

 

How can they tell us to forget the people that we have

lost?

The homes that they destroyed?

How can they tell us to forget the pain

Of the many young girls and boys?

 

We can’t ever forget the grief we have been through

Our suffering the world heard before

We can’t forget the cry of our children

The cries the world tried to ignore.

 

Can’t they allow our kids

To live their dreams?

Allow them to see things,

That they never have seen?

 

Will our children be able to sleep

Without wakening up or crying in the night,

Will they ever be able to step outside their own home

Without getting shot, or being in fright?

 

Why can’t they leave us to live our lives

Like they live their own?

Why can’t they permit us

To live peacefully in our home?

 

We try to gain back our property

Our precious lands, our paradise.

We try to make our children live peacefully

Live a life that’s safe, a life so nice.

 

Not a life that we are living,

It’s not even a life at all

It’s a jail that we are living in

Jails where no one hears our calls.

 

It’s an everlasting torture

A nightmare that is endless.

A pain we cannot escape

That brings our lives to sadness.

 

They took away all our dreams for our future

Brought our lives to sorrow

Made us never want to live

For another tomorrow.

 

When we get back our home

If that blissful day is soon to come

We can all smile once again

Because now the torment is gone.

 

All the martyrs will come down from heaven

And together we will rejoice

When that day comes, God willing soon

That meant the world finally heard our voice!

 

Don’t ask us to forget the past

For that we cannot do

We can never forget all the agony

That we have been put through.

 

This nightmare we are living in

Will soon all go away

And then we finally have our peace

 

For this we all do pray!

God Bless!

 

 

 


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