Rojava Song
Kelvin Mason, 14 October 2019
The music is the bursting of bombs
The lyrics formed of shrapnel and dust
Bullets and tanks and rpg’s
The chorus is children’s tears
A mother lies dead in the rubble
A father whose battle is lost
The dream was of equality
Of freedom and a flourishing land
Their song is a dream turned to nightmare
By men who hate anything good
The bombs dropped by other men
With fog in their eyes
Hearts of stone
Cold following orders
Their song is a dream turned to nightmare
The chorus is children’s tears
The tune sounds horror forever and ever
No words, there’s only the scream
No more words, only the scream
No words, farewell to the dream
But we must rewrite this lament
Words of resistance anew
Care, compassion, solidarity
A chorus of joyful laughter
A mother of gentle sons
A father whose daughter stands strong
Dreaming of liberty
An end to the bombs and the flames
The song can rekindle the dream
A vision for all humankind
Hope for a future
With equal rights
Democracy
A planet at peace
The song can rekindle the dream
A chorus of joyful laughter
The melody resounding for all of time
Words are just a beginning
Sing till the whole world is singing
Sing till Rojava is winning