Khader, your dignity, courage and spirit are more powerful than all that Israel's arsenal of hatred can muster. Your gentle, weakend frame masks a strenght that will break chains, knock walls and break injustice. These few words of mine are nothing but my thoughts are fixed on you. Your comrades ghosts stand behind you.
Big Tomás Ashe walks down a prison corridor,
The gates of death close behind,
Seán McGaughey from the county of Tyrone,
Food and water denied, life goes, eternal name
Bellaghy offered Francie Hughes, a giant of a man,
His final fight was hunger, he won, he died, he lives.
McSwiney, Lynch and McIlwee
Murphy, Stagg and Sands,
All have walked that lonesome road,
The doors of death closed in
Forever on my mind, forged indelibly,
Sacrifice everlasting, perpetual legacy,
Their life was not for living, but to give for you and me,
All forced to death, by the cruel hand of tyranny.
An iron shackle, ties Khader to a lonesome prison bed,
His wife, and fearsome family, filled with hope and dread.
Will he join the martyrs, or his family?
Both will gently take his hand and grant eternity.
Voices of the living fade,
You are nearer death than life,
Your body wastes, with every day,
A door opens to the afterlife,
You are weak and you are strong,
You are gentle wind and mountain side,
A broken body, impenetrable soul,
Weakened heart, relentless tide.
Israel holds your lovely life, in their cruel hands,
To them, your life it is nothing, like every Arab mans,
For you death is permitted, but certainly is not willed,
I fear those awful tyrants, won’t stop until you’re killed.
Another walks now towards that death,
His shadow hard to see,
But in his battle cry there is,
A call for you and me.
Wherever man is denied, his basic liberty,
Wherever he is restrained,
He will not fall unto his knee,
Nor yield to hunger pains.