Seen off with nostalgic tears,
In a heroic military parade,
And now back, Arafat is,
After eight years silent as dead;
This time not as the iconic figure,
In the long struggle for freedom,
But in dismembered pieces,
From the digouts of a concrete tomb.
Why, you might ask, as anyone would,
And they tell you, he's back,
"In defence of the ultimate good";
So truth be known and justice observed,
They say, as if for what he did when 'live,
A "rest in peace" when dead is not deserved.
But truth and freedom for whom,
What vengeful justice of a kind,
Do they want him to fight ,
Back in a world he left behind?
In a heroic military parade,
And now back, Arafat is,
After eight years silent as dead;
This time not as the iconic figure,
In the long struggle for freedom,
But in dismembered pieces,
From the digouts of a concrete tomb.
Why, you might ask, as anyone would,
And they tell you, he's back,
"In defence of the ultimate good";
So truth be known and justice observed,
They say, as if for what he did when 'live,
A "rest in peace" when dead is not deserved.
But truth and freedom for whom,
What vengeful justice of a kind,
Do they want him to fight ,
Back in a world he left behind?
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