Have you heard of the epics
And the slaughter of people like cattle?
The story of a people named: the Harvest of Skulls.
Its stage was the village of “Kafr Qasim.”
A tale that everyone awoke to,
Thinking it was merely a dreadful nightmare.
But one part of the night passed and the other came,
Froze our dreamy eyes and deafened our deluded ears.
The cries of the bereaved mothers...
The cries of the young children...
The cries of the pregnant women... the cries of the slaughtered youth.
It surged and rose ... the cries of the slaughtered youth.
It surged and rose ... in the stampede of the reckless bullets.
It surged and rose ... shaking the conscience of humanity.
It surged and rose ... exploding within my nation.
Translated from Arabic by Aomar Boum