Bye Son Poem by Mohammed Balchi

Mother, can i go out

to the street i'll go play

with other childrens i'll be

playin' all night and day



No, dear i ain't think it's suitable

for clouds are close n' grey

I ain't know what's goin' to happen

but you can stay here instead and play



But why i've promised them

for now they want me there

why all children's are out

and i'm stuck in home this is unfair



Why do you wanna go so badly

tell me and i may let you go

so c'mon tell me now

for i need to know what are you goin to do



Me and my friends have planned

in the streets make a debate

to let all crowds see us

for the people we hate



Baby' thats so sweet

tryin' to set your country free

but can't you go to the streets

but you can play safe under the tree



But mom i'll go out

to let israel see

that we won't quit

and what kind of people are we



I'm goin' for few

but don't you sneak

to the streets I'll go

raise ma head and speak



Mom, i promise I'll stay home

till you come back

to the streets i'll then go

and show them what i have



Rocks, glass and bricks scattered everywhere

here the mother comes

searchin' for her son

but all what she heard her son callin' her 'mom'



From after his death

she kept seein' his ghost everyday

she always wished

as he said'go out and play'



All day she cried

even, as she knew cryin' won't change anythin'

but she always repeated

'boy what did i do to you'



Why am i alive

and you're in grave

i wish i was in your place

for what i gave



She was found lyin' dead

For what they people have heard

a shot of a gun

and for what they have found

a bullet in her head