Men through the ages my story should read,
A child forlorn driven out of my land,
Walking the years in memories to bleed
And the world refused to give me a hand
I walked on the desert of time e’erywhere
Not a tree, not a blossom, not a stream,
Nothing but the barren sands and despair
And the im’ge of my father in my dream.
My old father was killed at Deir Yassin,
My mother , my sister were also slain,
The world was blind but the blood I have seen
Gushing out from those dearest hearts again.
The U.N. should have been the sword to shield
The rights of man and his integrity,
The heavily armed brigade on the field
To smash the oppressors of liberty.
But ’tis a tavern for talk, wine and dice,
The Superpowers take their drinks and go,
The small and weaker nations pay the price
Then comes Sam and the Bear to close the show.
A child I was lost-but now a man found,
I have learned that men since out of the caves
Were the poor serfs of power and the pound
But now they are slaves ruled by master slaves
How could I forget the floor smeared with blood
At home where I was born to live and die,
The shattered graves I have seen when a flood
Of images I dream was in my eye
That’s why I chose the sharpened sword at last
To regain my land, home and liberty
And show the world that I’m not an outcast
But a hero of might on land and sea.