Nearly six hundred dead,
Since their forces advanced,
Border crossing still ours,
And resistance our stance,
Heavy blows they have suffered,
But the news says they’ve won,
We shout “rubbish!” We’re here!
This has barely begun!
Food is rationed, we have,
Only one meal a day,
But we’re not giving in,
We are here to stay,
The beheadings they show,
Of their innocent prey,
Simply fuel our fight,
To refuse to obey,
We do not want a world,
Of sectarian rule,
With existence determined,
By chauvinist fools,
So we struggle and push,
Though we feel we’re alone,
Isolated, blockaded,
That we fight on our own,
We’ve hit suicide bombers,
Before they’ve arrived,
So we know we can win,
If we just stay alive,
But we need ammunition,
And medicine, and food,
As our neighbours in Turkey,
Stop them getting through.
Resistance Is Fertile 