Palestine - David Rovics

My daddy was an Arab from Beersheva

A situation so unkind

My momma was a refugee from Ramallah

Had to leave her land behind

I grew up in this refugee camp

In this unwelcome land

In this little parcel of Lebanon

We were dealt a losing hand

Then one day the soldiers came

A tired old refrain

I’ll try to tell you what happened next

But there’s no way to explain

The soldiers raped my mother

Then they killed her dead

Along with the rest of the Shatila Camp

While I hid beneath my bed

Now I’m a-wanderin'

No place to call my home

Palestine

All around the world I roam

My aunt came over from Jordan

Brought me there to live

And together we’ve moved to half the world

Oh for peace what I would give

In Beirut, Greece and New York town

I’ve watched the world churn

But my home is Palestine

Someday I will return

This is my situation

Here in the heart of the empire

Sent the 'copters and bulldozers

Turned Ramallah into a funeral pyre

You’ve heard my story

And time will not allow

Soon my visa will expire

What will you do now