Once upon a time in a place called Palestine
There was a man who had a home so fine
He had rolling hills, all lush and green
Olive and orange trees as far as the eye had seen
His family was proud of their life and their land
Because they worked to build it up by their hands
Everything in their life was going great
Till one fateful day in '48
Along came a soldier dressed in green and gray
And these words he had to say
"Excuse me sir you must leave at once
It's years you've overstayed
See this land God gave to us
So you must be on your way"
The man heard this, he was much confused
He didn't know how to feel
He handed his deed to his land
To prove his claims were real
But the soldier said to him, much to his chagrin
"This deed is not legit, it was given by a man
Our deed was gifted by God, now do you understand?
Your kind are no longer welcome here, we need need the room to grow
Please now be on your way sir, let it now be so
Do not let your heart be weary
If you're willing to sell, we are willing to pay
We will give you cash, we will give you gold
If only you claim this plot sold
But if you refuse, much you will lose
And we will take it anyway"
The man stood there and said to the soldier
"This day I do declare, that I will remain steadfast
We will not go away from our homes
We will fight until the last
So now please be on your way
My deed is truly legit
This visit you pay is come to an end
Khalas, that is it."
The soldier left, but returned the next day
With many more comrades this time
They drew their guns and forced them all out
And they left their lives behind
The man embarked on a long lonely journey
Across deserts, and unwelcome terrain
Night and day, week and month,
Through the sun, and through the rain
He searched for a place to live
He tried every place he could find
He tried the jungle, he tried the desert,
Neither seemed to be so kind
He tried Antarctica, near the South Pole
His neighbours were penguins, but it was so cold
He tried an old castle, but so lonely there
He tried outer space, but not so much air!
Under a waterfall, it's so original
But unfortunately also so damp
And so he finally settled down
in a local refugee camp
His friends and his neighbors were scattered about
On every continent around
They built communities where they settled
And slowly tried to rebound
But a fire burned in their hearts
A desire for their own nation
And it burned ever hotter
With each passing generation
As the occupation ensued, and more land was consumed
A resistance was growing fast
The goal they held was for liberation
They would fight no matter how long it last
The man took up arms, and vowed to fight
He knew it was just, he knew it was right
He marched back to his homeland
And the sight he seen before his eyes
Was enough to make the man cry
His home had been transformed
It no longer flew his flag high
In it's place was a blue and white one
"The symbol of the occupier", he said with a sigh
He marched onward with a new fire in his heart
He reached the top of a hill and as he looked down
He eyed the occupation's wall built all around
He waited on the hill to be joined by his friends
They had vowed to fight until the end
So to this day the resistance continues
Until the glorious day of our liberation
Then we can return in peace
And finally become, again, our own nation