Lyrics

“My name is Mosab Hassan Youssef.
Dad’s dad was an Imam; dad is Sheikh Hassan.
I come from Ramallah.
I’m the oldest son of Hamas.
Now, we can cage a people; we can cage a man
But we cannot cage all he understands.
There’s a martyr waiting list.
Shahid: we are witness.
CNN, BBC – catch a glimpse of it.
Al-Jazeera tells a little bit.
How can we hear amid deafening times, love whisper the truth?
How can we hear amid deafening times?
Under fear’s deafening lies, love whisper the truth?”

“Now, Wafa Idris, 28 years old.
A paramedic; recently divorced.
The bomb was in her backpack.
Al-Aqsa claimed the attack.
And the guns said this and the tanks said that.
Ariel Sharon blamed Yasser Arafat.
How can we hear amid deafening times, love whisper the truth?
How can we hear amid deafening times?
Under fear’s deafening lies, love whisper the truth?”

Sarah, Hagar - neither could agree.
Only warheads speak in Upper Galilee,
And love thy neighbour most
When thy neighbour is not too close
Yes, some dance, some pose, some they win Nobel.
Some still say, ‘love enemy as well’.
How can we hear amid deafening times, love whisper the truth?
How can we hear amid deafening times?
Under fear’s deafening lies, love whisper the truth?