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Intro​/​Hate

from M​ú​sica Pra Guerra by Discarga

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"I have this image in my head that one day when I step off this airplane I'll be on this land where the air is sweeter than any fruit I have tasted and
That the land is softer than any ??not sure what she says this word but pillow, mattress, wool, these are all soft things, but not what she said??
I can imagine and that peace is possible.

But for now, the mothers of our holy land are being stabbed, raped and murdered and if I could get to her, she has fallen.
My siblings and I feel guilty that we haven't given her ourselves but we bleed her blood for her blood runs through me, while I speak for her will
And for her people and even though there's no one to listen anymore, and still the questions stands, why do these young Palestinian children hate
So much?
It shouldn't be why, it should be what kind of hate do they have? Because it was never for people and no for accordance (?not sure, but that's
What i think she says)? Hate, keeps them alive, this hate, makes them live under the day even though there's nothing to live for, this hate, puts air
Into their lungs even though there might not be tomorrow, this hate, makes them want to have children just to teach them not to hate. Because on
The other side, hate is wrong to children, hate is wrong to a tree and to shake ?to a ..v..? and never repeats for their own protection, hate is shown
Through black sheets and separation, never inter-relation, hate is the fact that in this country we teach our 6-year old children to step and throw
A baseball in little league games because their parents have turned behind them and in other countries there are 6-year old children step and
Throwing rocks to protect the tears
And the lives of their grandparents ?ambush got close?, which leads me to say, it's not your ordinary hate, maybe this hate kept my father alive,
Maybe this hate makes children feel they have to hold their shit in one extra day just to feel full.

And for you, whoever said it doesn't really mean it that way. 6-year old children walking down roads kicking pebbles the wrong way get shot at.
7-year old children walking down the roads speaking the wrong language at the wrong time get shot at.

Before you can ever say you were sorry, the mothers of our holy land are being stabbed, raped and murdered. And before you can ever learn of her,
Or I ever get to her, she has fallen."

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from M​ú​sica Pra Guerra, released January 1, 2008

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