In Lidda, in Ramla, in the Galilee, br we shall remain br like a wall upon your chest, br and in your throat br like a shrad of glass, br a cactus thron, br and in your eyes br a sandstorm. br br We shall remain br a wall upon your chest, br clean dishes in your restaurants, br serve drinks in your bars, br sweep the floors of your kitchens br to snatch a bite for our children br from your blue fangs. br br Here we shall stay, br sing our songs, br take to the angry streets, br fill prisons with dignity. br br In Lidda, in Ramla, in the galilee, br we shall remain, br guard the shade of the fig br and olive trees, br ferment rebellion in our children br as yeast in the dough.