“More bombs are falling
I feel the ocean on my feet
I pick broken shells and smell the salt
Palestine always on my mind
Congo in my heart
Sudan in my spirit
Grandpa teaches me how to slurp a raw oyster
I ea…
“More bombs are falling
I feel the ocean on my feet
I pick broken shells and smell the salt
Palestine always on my mind
Congo in my heart
Sudan in my spirit
Grandpa teaches me how to slurp a raw oyster
I ea…