Straight I tell you my friends
I am angry now
My anger could spit fire
Like a volcano
To chase away the grave centered vultures
Hovering over my land
It is the greatest irony of fate
It is the greatest humiliation of history
Fury as Gaza hospital blast kills hundreds
For the vultures are striking with their pointed beaks
To cut our motherland into parts
And, to snatch away the pieces.
The rulers created the ground
By their contradictions
Thus the discontent store piled
Oozing out of the bleeding poverty
For a combustible ejection
Igniting fire on this ejection
With a intent hidden
With logistics from outside
They have come.
Their greatest feast
Is to implant foreign body
Into our national life
Be aware masqueraded saviors,
The grave centered vultures.
I am angry, very angry
So will destroy your citadel of glory
And your power of doing evil
To the dignity of this land
