In land we were dragged as children from
Our homes glow like yellow stars
This is not Orion but Palestine.
My great grandmother passed down a song,
She passed it down like bread in lace
Our hearts ripped with that bread.
Welcome to the Palestinian song contest
My Mother sings to my silent Father,
Equality and borders are wrinkles.
Welcome to the Palestinian song contest,
Israel wins a song for all women if only
They saw as human first then woman.
We light a fire where the grass yields to wind,
It is a harsh wind, unrelenting and constant
We have never fell over from it and sing.