Two Poems for the Beloved People of Gaza and Occupied Palestine

Not Like Us © Lorelei Loveridge/Orderly Bazaar Records & Publishing, 2008

Raze down those olive trees
Bulldoze those houses, please
Build the wall and damn them all
Raze down those olive trees

Fire on the boys with stones
Send all those bullets home
Lie to the world and deny you killed a schoolgirl
Fire on the boys with stones

Point the finger now
Suicide bombers wreak a living hell
Lock the jails up tight
Breed the next generation’s will to fight

Re-draw the borders
Re-create law and order
Speak not with words
But with might

For they’re the enemy—terrorists, terrorists
For they preach hatred—not like us, not like us
For they’re religious zealots—terrorists, terrorists
They’ll never have this land—not like us, not like us

Raze down those olive trees
Bulldoze those houses, please
Build the wall and damn them all
Raze down those olive trees

For they’re the enemy—terrorists, terrorists
For they preach hatred—not like us, not like us
For they’re religious zealots—terrorists, terrorists
They’ll never have this land—not like us, not like us

Home is Where the Heart Is © Lorelei Loveridge/Orderly Bazaar Records & Publishing, 2008

Yasmin, Yasmin, where”s your man
Is he locked in a jail in Jerusalem
A stone”s throw away from hope
Tell me, Yasmin, will you go

Home is where the heart is
But your mother is calling you
Home for a day of rest
What good will martyrdom do
What good will martyrdom do

Yasmin, Yasmin, what will he get
Freedom or ten years instead
And if he goes away for long
Pray, tell who will keep you both strong

Home is where the heart is
But your mother is calling you
Home for a day of rest
What good will martyrdom do
What good will martyrdom do

“You can ink your feet with blood in the street
Fall with the walls when the bombs come down
You can say you were there when the world didn”t care
But when it”s all said and done, will the war be won
Without words of reason, without someone to teach them
That home is where the heart is and we all need one

Yasmin, Yasmin, there”s your man
Locked in a jail in Jerusalem
A stone”s throw away from hope
Tell me, Yasmin, will you go now

Home is where the heart is
But your mother is calling you
Home for a day of rest
What good will martyrdom do
What good will martyrdom do
Home is where the heart is
Home is where the heart is

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