Little boy, open your rock-clenching fist
Let it fall to the ground
Let's go tend to the olive trees
the few that remain amidst the sea of stumps
on the black charred earth

Little boy, don't be angry
get your backpack
let's go to class
we can get there on time if
the checkpoint is open and the soldiers are happy

little boy, it's not so bad
let's go for a walk
just keep your distance
from that fortified hilltop
from that winding wall
the cameras are on us

little boy, don't lose hope.
your kids.
no, your grandkids
they'll be free
they will probably be free