Hello, I'm BluePuffin!!
Today I’m going to share a poem/song, no song recommendations, sorry. Probably Li Beirut, but for this time, the focus is on my poem/song.
their big dream.🫒
they grew olive
by the dear river
looked for knowledge
it hurts, my liver
no food, it's sadness
sorrowful story
lies no forgetness
under their lost glory
their big dream, still remains
to let live and to just live
they won't ever budge to leave
Nakba still gives pains
i won't budge with your reasons
under these ruined seasons
my home burns metaphorically
while Gaza suffers literally
"no pains no gains"
what a lie
their food's off, and soon's july
"you lie, you lie"
don't say that!
as you chill inside your flat
or house, with no fear to die
their big dream, still remains
to let live and to just live
we won't ever budge to leave
Nakba still gives pains
through the starving days,
Nakba still gives pains,
to their lives, their wives, their everydays!
through inhumane silence,
we see the violence,
we believe that they shall live.
oh ah, oh ah
(shalom, salam, lam. shalom, salam, lam.)
ah ah...
but oh well, oh well, oh well.
oh well.
their big dream
still remains
to let live and to just live
we won't ever budge to leave
Nakba still.. stains.
Written today, by me, BluePuffin, Friday May 16. Yesterday was Nakba Day, and this is my way of remembering it. Nakba was when about 750 thousand Palestinians were displaced in 1948, with many of their villages destroyed. Nakba made Israel become a country possible. They aren't able to return to their houses or towns, even now, hence how Nakba still stains the present of injustice. I later changed the lyric "pitiful story" to "sorrowful story". I think I can share the emotional depth more clearly that way, without sounding like I'm seeing anyone as weak. The Palestinians may be anything, but they're not weak. So much years and so much suffering, and they're still here.
Written today, by me, BluePuffin, Friday May 16. Yesterday was Nakba Day, and this is my way of remembering it. Nakba was when about 750 thousand Palestinians were displaced in 1948, with many of their villages destroyed. Nakba made Israel become a country possible. They aren't able to return to their houses or towns, even now, hence how Nakba still stains the present of injustice. I later changed the lyric "pitiful story" to "sorrowful story". I think I can share the emotional depth more clearly that way, without sounding like I'm seeing anyone as weak. The Palestinians may be anything, but they're not weak. So much years and so much suffering, and they're still here.
I made this because the few Palestinian songs I know aren't calm enough for me. I normally can't handle really moved lyrics. Therefore, I made it a bit calmer, but still revealing for those willing to care.
Below is a raw singing audio. Sadly, it still has the wrong lyric there.
Not polished, but at least I have a melody.
Below is a raw singing audio. Sadly, it still has the wrong lyric there.
Not polished, but at least I have a melody.
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