Abhorrent Hunters
I have seen many hunters in the merciless wild, But now I found out that there were some hunters who became the curse to my kind, Axes of hate and rifles of genocide make it's first flight, As the air gets painted with the purest bloodshed with the hunters proving that they were nothing less than impolite, I cannot distinguish the cow and it's calf, Both of them were beyond than being half, I thought admist the chaos we could get a voyaging raft, Today that chance got locked away with the presence of the infernal craft, Each of these hunters were either unnecessary or abhorrent, Where each of them lived freely from their prophesied death warrent, Now even the rills became unclear with polluting death, And now after every swallow and sweat from its metallic taste we stay awake with our daily meth, FREE PALESTINE!!! FREE PALESTINE!!! FREE PALESTINE!!! FREE PALESTINE!!!
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