Ordinary Life in an Occupied Land - Purification

My hands tied in the back

He comes to me with a punch and a sack

He covers my head with a hood

The noise is loud and pierces my brain

My poor mother is worried sick, I’m sure

She buried my brother before me, she will endure

My pathetic shirts hangs proud

Like a blood-stained flag unfurled

I’m in here for days on end

Or is it months, I no longer comprehend

My poor mother is worried sick, I’m sure

She buried my brother before me, she will endure

I am broken now but I will not confess

Soon I will leave my body

Let those cowards clean up the mess

He beats me again today

The it another’s turn to play

The noise is too loud

And I can feel the shroud

Warm blood dripping slowly onto the floor

Pouring from this dying body

My left eye is gone, and my legs, I can’t sense them anymore

Shackles cutting my wrists, how much longer can I resist?

Torture, it goes on for days without end

I crave for death to liberate me from this torment

I am broken now but I will not confess

Soon I will leave my body

Let those cowards clean up the mess

Of my lifeless battered flesh

A few more thoughts before I go

I have been murdered, this is you must know

I have been abdcuted and killed

Because of my love for freedom, for my land, for my people

From my blood that soaks the land

From the copious tears that I have shed

From the hidden Ditch where my body lies

A vengeful wrath will soon rise

The day is coming when we will drive the invader out of our land