[راجي الحاج]

Once inhabited by Phlistenites,
For a thousand of three, four years,
Where Shamshon and Delilah met,
Nurtured love under an olive tree.

Swamped by dispelled Jews,
Swarming across the red sea,
They were displaced, jammed,
Into a place called Qalkeliah.

For forty some more years,
They both lived in peace,
Still, Jews again dispelled,
Handed out by Romans too,
To Papileon’s city called Ur.

Plenty of visions were written,
Taught as prophecies to those,
Disgraced believers that must,
Rebuild a temple with a lost ring.

Avenge must follow due course,
Zion instantly, repeatedly stated,
Destruct Rome through fascists,
Take Palestine from idiots Brits.

Ah, what to do with Phlistenites?
Rabin woke-up late at one night,
Prayed to the one Almighty that,
By morning they, and, their city,
Of Gaza be swallowed by sea.

The prophecy was never approved,
Yet, Zion killed him in blood so cold,
Cries, weeps of slaughtered children,
Women, elders, Allah’s gifted humans,
Shall sink Zionists by their own tears.