Showing posts with label Bisan Owda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bisan Owda. Show all posts

A rewrite of 'Black is The Colour of My True Loves Hair : For Bisan Owda. Allah yahfazek!

A rewrite of 'Black is The Colour of My True Loves Hair'


For Bisan Owda. Allah yahfazek!



Bisan Owda Youtube channel before The Genocide


May you, precious Bisan, and all of the Palestinian people live long and prosper on your own land.

The citizens of the Western Powers must rise up and hold their abject rulers accountable.

Their enabling and participation in this Genocide is beyond all 'red lines', a betrayal of humanity, by the most depraved legislators imaginable. Their legitimacy is nil and void. 

They hold power, but they do not deserve to. There is no forgiving, no forgetting. 


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Black is the color of Bisan Owda’s hair,
Her lips are like red Hanoun fair.
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the olive groves wherein she stands.


I love her life, and well she knows,
I love the grass whereon she goes.
Her truths are there, for all to see,
In her clear vision, Palestine shall be free.

Black is the color of  Bisan Owda's hair,
Her lips are as red Hanoun fair.
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the olive groves wherein she stands.


I’ll sing from the river to the sea
Unsatisfied, I ne’er shall sleep.
I’ll wage no war, nor political lies
And struggle on, for fifteen million lives....


Black is the color of Bisan Owda's hair,
Her lips are like red Hanoun fair.
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the olive groves wherein she stands.


Palestine will one day be free
The Zionists will have to answer to thee
The strength of your heart, your clarity of mind,

Your humanity and poise, your vision fine.


Black is the color of Bisan Owda's  hair,
Her lips are like red Hanoun fair.
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the olive groves wherein she stands.


We stand with you, we will not stand down,

Our hearts are yours, the whole world round,

No matter what, we will not stand by,

until you are Free, in Palestine.


Black is the color of Bisan Owda's  hair,
Her lips are like red Hanoun fair.
The sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
I love the olive groves wherein she stands.

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Kindest regards

Corneilius

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