Homes turned into a desert Like a spell cast upon a land And yesterdays victims Were promoted to oppressors They try to rewrite history But we’ll never forget their crimes Chanting the names of destroyed villages While they’re taking their homes Keys passed hand to hand, wishing for a return An end to their exodus Thrown into limbo roam from camp to camp No house, no name, no land, And the seeds of peace will grow As Solomon’s sword is gliding from your hand Can you claim this is your land when you’ve stole it? Can you claim this is your land when you’ve stole it?