Songs of Resistance

Can you call a people terrorists, for defending their own land? Against the crimes of Zionists, they're making a stand Helping such a nation, is it an act of terror too? When the leaders of the world, distort the basic truths. The world is waking up, and history turns a page The truth is shining bright, in every heart and every age The Resistance Front grows stronger, with courage and with might Stand up for what's right, in the darkest of the night They say it's self-defense, for the ruthless, cold regime But the ones who fight for freedom, are the ones they call extreme In West Asia, the tides are turning, a new fate to unfold People's conscience rising, as the truth starts to be told From American universities, to uprisings worldwide Your professors stand with you, against the unjust tide Find comfort in their solidarity, through the pressures you face Empathize with young hearts, in this relentless chase The Quran’s lessons guide us, in humanity's fight "Be steadfast as commanded", in the quest for what's right "Do not oppress, nor be oppressed", let these words light the way The Resistance Front advances, with God's victory, someday The world is waking up, and history turns a page The truth is shining bright, in every heart and every age The Resistance Front grows stronger, with courage and with might Stand up for what's right, in the darkest of the night

And thanks for bombs that wrecked Gaza, one more time, For helping me pin it on Iran, that’s the crime. Let me spin you a tale, tuck you in, it’s bedtime. We brand our foes as Evil, it’s our go-to spell, Labels ready-made, we wield them well. Terrorists, anti-Semites, animals, all on sale, Every option laid out, no detail is too frail. Let me share my plan, it’s all about me, Survival’s the goal, friends, just let me be. Uncle Sam sends dollars, bombs, arms endlessly, Through twisted lenses, he pretends to see clearly. I could quote the Bible, but that’s just for show, It’s occupation versus civilization, as you know. Accusation’s my confession, the truth’s on a low, Decades of incarceration, yet you clap for the show. I can’t breathe anymore, this noose is too tight, Just nod as I blame, in the dead of night. We’re criminals in truth, but that’s our plight, Gentlemen in the headlines, painted in white. We razed their homes, gave the order to shell, Bombed schools, mosques, hotels—there’s more to tell. Not just that, hospitals fell as well, Thank you madams and sirs, for funding this hell. Think this ain’t real? It’s all colonial play, Joe helps me claim defense in the broad daylight. Good man he is, though his words sway, Supporting me, even when his talk’s not right. They’ve killed with rage, Arab women, kids in their prime, Gaza’s an open-air cage, living on borrowed time. More deaths on the way, they’ve sworn the crime, So we pinned badges of courage, in this bloody rhyme. What in God’s green earth am I ranting about? I’ll take you on a ride, no doubt. But can’t lie about genocide, that’s out, Humanity’s priceless, funds aren’t what it’s about. They call it occupation, a regime of hate, A racist dream, built on a bloodthirsty state. Causing death, grief, and pain at every gate, Yet I stand here, and you still wait. And what I’m doing? A stand-up in disguise, Playing the victim, that’s my prize. But ouch, they’re burning me in effigy skies. I love you and your hamburgers, that’s no bluff, My soldiers loved U.S. Pampers, just enough. No more Octobers, but we had our stuff. And we? We’re the symbol of heroic grace, Not apartheid or racist in any place. Butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, no trace, From north to south, we’re the embraced face. Why think I’m kidding? Grab the Times, take a read, Ask the White House; they’re trying to lead. But they need more training to follow my creed. When I speak of Iran, my arms go weak, my mouth goes sour, Let’s find a new land to devour. Their might threatens our tower, hour by hour. Victory’s near, but is it on my side? Defeating the enemy where I confide, But that’s not in me, so prayers I need, And tax dollars so my plans can proceed. We aim to make Gaza unlivable, our Nobel prize, Then, find a new place to colonize. Take the world back from the ‘infidel’ guise, Make this region a five-star paradise. Thank you; my lies have reached their demise.

In the silence of the night, hear the cries of the small, Tiny voices whispering through the darkness, their call. Where is the world, in its grandeur and might? While Gaza's children tremble in fright. No food on the table, no medicine in sight, Bombs raining down, turning day into night. A mother’s last breath, a father’s dying plea, Before the eyes of a child, what a tragedy to see. Oh humanity, where have you gone? In this theater of cruelty, what role have we drawn? We are the silence, we are the shame, Witnesses to the horror, yet we play the same game. Rise, rise from your sleep! Do you not hear the children weep? If this was your home, your blood, your kin, Would you not fight against this sin? Empty cradles, broken toys on the floor, The laughter is gone, they laugh no more. Each day is a battle, each night a tear, Living in a world where hope disappears. The screams of a baby, too weak to cry, As the bombs fall, they ask, "Why must we die?" And yet we sit, in our comfort, in our ease, While their world burns, and their cries we appease. Oh humanity, where have you gone? In this theater of cruelty, what role have we drawn? We are the silence, we are the shame, Witnesses to the horror, yet we play the same game. Rise, rise from your sleep! Do you not hear the children weep? If this was your home, your blood, your kin, Would you not fight against this sin? Shame on the leaders who turn away, Who watch as the innocent fall prey. But shame too on us, for we do the same, Silent accomplices in this bloody game. So rise, oh hearts, from the depths of your night, Stand up and speak out for what is right. For the children of Gaza, for the pain they bear, Let our silence end; let the world be fair. We are humanity. We must reclaim, The soul of the world, before it’s too late.

A lion’s roar in the dead of night, With every battle, he stood upright, Guided by faith, by pure insight, For justice burns with endless light. He led with honor, wisdom, grace, A shield for Lebanon’s sacred place, No tyrant's sword could slow his pace, In every heart, we see his face. They thought they could silence the flame, But we rise again, in Hassan’s name, Our path is clear, we feel no shame, The soul of Hussain lives on the same. You feared his voice, but now you’ll see, A thousand rise where one shall be, Your cruel intent, your tyranny, Will fall to dust, we’ll set world free. They thought his death would make us weak, But in our hearts, his strength we seek, With every tear, the strong will speak, The dawn of freedom’s what we peak. Hassan’s blood runs through our veins, Through suffering, through endless pains, The land you burn, the chains you claim, Cannot destroy this righteous flame. They thought they could silence the flame, But we rise again, in Hassan’s name, Our path is clear, we feel no shame, The soul of Hussain lives on the same. You feared his voice, but now you’ll see, A thousand rise where one shall be, Your cruel intent, your tyranny, Will fall to dust, we’ll set world free. You strike us down, we rise once more, Our banner flies from shore to shore, In every heart, in every core, Your reign will crumble, never soar. The blood you spill, the tears we shed, Only ignite the path ahead, For every martyr, every dead, The cries of justice shall be led. You’ve forgotten the vow he swore, "Labbayka Ya Hussain," forevermore, The path of truth, an endless shore, For those who stand, who fight this war. The soul of Hassan will never fade, Your terror reign, a fleeting blade, For in his name, we’re unafraid, In death, a thousand warriors made. The path of Hussain, it never dies, With Hassan gone, a new hero will rise. For every soul on Hussain’s way, There's no fear of death, no price to pay. You struck at one, but more will come, Your fate is sealed, your end has begun.

The storm has risen, echoes in the night, A blaze of courage, a beacon of the fight. From the shadows deep, the warriors arise, In Gaza’s skies, the fire never dies. Al-Aqsa’s storm, a thunderous roar, Crushing the walls that once they swore, The power they claimed, like webs of dust, In faith we stand, in truth we trust. With hearts of steel, and spirits pure, The soldiers march, their path secure. The mighty fall, their strength denied, For justice reigns, where truth’s our guide. Al-Aqsa’s storm, a thunderous roar, Crushing the walls that once they swore, The power they claimed, like webs of dust, In faith we stand, in truth we trust. A new dawn breaks, a phase anew, The world will see what faith can do. No chain can hold the spirit’s might, For victory’s born from endless fight. Al-Aqsa’s storm, a thunderous roar, Crushing the walls that once they swore, The power they claimed, like webs of dust, In faith we stand, in truth we trust. The road ahead, with hope we tread, The final path, where martyrs led. And in the end, the truth shall reign, The tyrants fall, their lies in vain. A new dawn breaks, a phase anew, The world will see what faith can do. No chain can hold the spirit’s might, For victory’s born from endless fight. Al-Aqsa’s storm, a thunderous roar, Crushing the walls that once they swore, The power they claimed, like webs of dust, In faith we stand, in truth we trust.

Thunder cracks, the skies ignite, A lion wakes, ready to fight, No more silence, now they roar, This is justice, this is soar. You strike from shadows, hide in fear, But their answer, loud and clear, For every martyr, for every cry, Your empire crumbles, say goodbye. Eyes high. Through fire. We rise. Storm of ire. One falls. Thousands rise. Martyrs live. Hear our cries Tyrants tremble, walls collapse, No more patience, no more traps, You aimed for one, but more arise, We are the storm beneath your skies. From Gaza’s pain, to Lebanon’s cries, We stand tall, we break the ties, No more silence, no retreat, In this battle, you face defeat. Eyes high. Through fire. We rise. Storm of ire. One falls. Thousands rise. Martyrs live. Hear our cries With every strike, the world will see, The chains are gone, we will be free, Your power fades, your fear grows near, For justice comes, and it is here. You thought us weak, but now you know, We bring the fire, we steal the show, The tables turn, the fight is long, But we will win, we stand strong. The tides have turned, the game is done, For every free soul, the war’s begun, No more running, no more lies, Iran stands firm, beneath free skies. The world has changed, the truth is clear, Freedom rises, without fear. And if Israel dares to reply, Sejjil missiles wait in the sky.

If I must die, you must live to tell my story