"I, Palestine" genre: Rock
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	Four-minute rock song for Palestinians. Strong lyrics, needs to be heard.
	Story Behind the Song In 1980, while sitting in a chair one night, I saw a Palestinian in my mind and heard the first line of a song. I wrote the line down. Then it came back to me again in 1987, and I wrote the rest of the song. When I wrote it, my mind was up in the sky looking down over Palestine, seeing what had happened and feeling the suffering of all Palestinians. I named the song "I, Palestine". In March 2002, I recorded the song and registered the copyright. Now I want to share it with you and the rest of the world, in the hope that it will be played and will help bring about the end of suffering for Palestinians. I seek no money or recognition, just a hope that the song will spread and will help knock down the oppression that has gone unbroken for 54 years. My heart is in this song like nothing else I have ever done. Lyrics I, PALESTINE © 1987 Michael David Chisum I’m not a king like Solomon I’ve got no promised land. I get knocked down to my knees Each time I try to stand. Fire in the night, murder in the camps, My blood runs to the ground. Liars on the right, traitors on the left No friends can be found. But I know what was mine And was once taken away, Is still mine, still Palestine, Alive today. Let my people be I cry, To those who should hear my plea. While they hear, year after year, They cause more misery. Crimes of the state then terror in all hearts, With no relief in sight. The hour’s getting late, I must do my part To make it to the morning light. But I know what was mine And was once taken away, Is still mine, still Palestine, Alive today. Thieves should not talk about Jordan, Or Hitler’s rights to my land, Or those indefensible borders, And expect me to shake their hands. I’m not one to take up arms, My children have at last. Rocked in the cradle of serious harm, Overshadowed by the past. Thrown out, kicked out, and abused, My children cannot wait. Thanks to your jets and your guns you have fused Them to your violent fate. But I know what was mine And was once taken away, Is still mine, still Palestine, Alive today. Not for war I seek these things That mean so much to me. Peace is a fragile thing at best That angry eyes can’t see. I stand waiting patiently, With a dream held in my hand. I have no need for enemies, But who will understand? And I know what was mine And was once taken away, Is still mine, still Palestine, Alive today. Yes, I know what was mine And was once taken away, Is still mine, still Palestine, Alive today. © 1987 Michael David Chisum

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