Oh sweet angelic child, stripped of life and gone
Buried deep in your grave, I sing your song
A victim of Jewish hegemony and evil in Palestine
A young girl named Amina, just turned nine
Walking to school in the company of friends
A hail of bullets strike her and her life ends
Sweet young ones, some injured, others gone
Lament and grief, cry and mourn
Young Amina, the youngest of them all
Pumped into her ten bullets in all
Corpses carried home, draped in white sheets
Of young ones perished and gone
Sobbing fathers, wailing mothers bury their dead
Bitter Memories they leave; a trauma and torment
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