یک شعر انگلسی در مورد جنگ 33 روزه حزب الله و رژیم صهیونیستی که یکی از دوستان مسلمان ساکن آمریکا سروده است
Death and Pride
Passing by my comrades as their cadavers rot
Under this sun that is getting way too hot
looks like the blood spilling would never stop
there goes this bullet, the trauma that just caught
the memory of injustice passing through my heart
what ever happened to the small child"s smile?
sealed with fear as he slowly rolls his eyes
what ever happened to the solace found in life?
drenched with tears as it slowly floats away
And I"m walking down the aisle of death and pride
never going to look back to seek a place to hide
I"m not going to accept this indignity that has been oppressed on me
I"m walking down the aisle of death and pride
I am not a drafted soldier nor am I paid to fight
no uniforms are present, no military might
I"ve got this burden on my shoulders and it"s not getting any light
this anger starts to smolder, but it"s not the reason that I fight
I am just a soldier of my own right
and we are just one soldier of our own right
