Kolkata Against Zionism

Oh the 'just' people of the world! While you sleep, the bombs are hurled!! Echoes of screams as terrorism unfurled! Our abode destroyed while you remain unperturbed!! Many a homes can be seen on fire! Fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters all dressed in ruby attire!! Oh the 'just'  people of the world! While you sleep, 'human animals' we are referred!! Blood bath on every inch of our land! Resilient to the atrocities while we stand!! Oh the 'just' people of the world! Our newborns are butchered with you are not concerned!! Our land shakes and children cry! As they watch their brothers and fathers die! Oh the 'just' people of the world! While you surfeit, our throats go dry! My daughter under the rubble - she screams! Is it a reality my father, or just a dream!! Oh the 'just' people of the world! While you sleep in your couches undisturbed!! We die in valour and our children alike! Determined to the core as we fight!! Oh the 'just...

From the river to the sea Palestine will be free Only when you stop paying fee For bombs, ammunition and soldiers' salary Don't just Boycott periodically  Cancel those products for eternity

They wake up alarmed; we wake up to alarms. They realise they’re still alive; we enjoy our lives. They search for food; our fridges are stocked. They queue up for water; we refresh in showers. They’re grateful to get dry bread; we have an abundance. They starve; we feast. They’re scared; we live carefree. They strive to survive; we strive to prosper. They've nowhere to go; we have the entire world. Their belongings are just what they wear; ours are unending. They fear for their children's lives; we plan for our children’s lifetime. They sleep in the open; we relish the comfort of our homes. They shiver; we have warmth. Their nights are sleepless; we sleep throughout. They live in the ruins and dust; we can't stand the dust in our homes. They've lost hope; our dreams are boundless. They see only grey and red; we enjoy the beauty of rainbows. They count their   dead ; do we count our blessings? We bury our dead; UNDER RUBBLE, MANY OF THEM GET BURIED ALIVE! My appeal to yo...