They sing their songs
for those who drop bombs
we know very well for who
are the guns
Zionists who **** for pleasure and fun

They hold no rose for humanity
in name only
they sing for **** and death
and a babies last breath
their roses dead, their guns ablaze

The flower of love
the flower against oppression
the flower of life
amongst the Olive trees
the Hannoun blooms, even where evil lurks