Football it is the great my talent
Football
it is the great my talent
Sameer Dwaikat
1
Football it is the great my talent
Since few years in my first ages, I played
In vast land between the olive trees
Over the natural grass, over the red soil
With the flowers, on bird sound
We were children in Palestine, strangers occupied the home
land
I lost dream the future by stray bullet
We can’t play since that, twenty five years ago
My leg still suffer
We forbidden to be in world cup
Who return the dream to me?
Who return the time?
I lost my dream because the bad behavior of the bad soldiers
They were come to occupied Palestine as illegally forces
We hit the occupation
We refused the solders
We Demand just the freedom for Palestine
2
My ball is still in the garden of home
Maybe I lost the dream, but please give my sons to make good
dream
That’s my second dream
The children are dreamed
In Palestine they are love the freedom as the play of ball
They hat the occupation
They feel to live nice life
It’s no cause for them to shot me by bullets internationally
prohibited,
I was boy, School boy
I will don’t remember, but give my son and the others one
chance
It’s the time now to make good live
For the good boys
Who is love the football?
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