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The killing’s over Let's find our family I head home To the place I lived But when I arrived I was surprised Someone else was living there My late neighbors shunned us All I had left was my brother and me And all the clothes on our backs We had no family But we heard of this place South of where we are In the middle east The place where our ancestors were The place now called Palestine My brother and I decided We had no where better to go We put foot in front of foot Walking day by day We arrived in this hostile place The British did not want us They tried to deport us Yet some revolutionaries came They came and took us to the promised land We fought for revolution For a place to call home
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AuthorMy name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard. Archives
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