Er staddur i Palestinu sem sjalfbodalidi, leiddist oheirilega um daginn og akvad ad semja ljod. Er engann veginn ljodskald og kanns thvi ekki studlasetningu og bragarhaetti, thetta verdur thvi ad duga.

Who's to tell

In the weirdest of places

who's to tell the tale?

Their tear swollen faces

that look just too pale.



God has chosen a nation

swinging their mighty sword.

Ruling their occupation

who's to tell the lord?



Who's to tell the story

of war that's grows so fast.

That gives hearts the glory

to beat as one at last



My hope shall always live

and never will I pause.

So gladly I would give

my life to such a cause



Their eyes are blind

and never will unfold.

Action far from kind

forever remain untold.
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Ef einhverjir hafa ahuga er eg med blogg thar sem eg segi fra veru minni i Palestinu. www.sjalfbodaaron.blog.is