In lands where olive trees once whispered tales,
Now echo cries of sorrow, grief prevails.
Palestine, cradled in ancient sands,
Bears scars of strife wrought by unseen hands.
Amidst the rubble, shattered dreams lie strewn,
A symphony of anguish beneath the moon.
Children's laughter silenced by the night,
Their innocence lost in the shadow's blight.
Through tear-stained eyes, they search the skies above,
Seeking solace, longing for peace, for love.
But the heavens weep for the broken earth,
Where hope is but a whisper, barely birthed.
In Gaza's streets, where pain becomes a song,
Souls ache for justice, for rights so long gone.
Yet in the face of adversity's cruel jest,
They cling to faith, to dreams, to hope's sweet quest.
O, Palestine! Your wounds run deep and wide,
Yet your spirit endures, undimmed by the tide.
May the world hear your silent plea,
And embrace you with love, till all are free.
For every life lost, every heart torn,
Let us mourn, let us remember, let us adorn
The memory of those who've suffered so,
In the lands where peace seems an endless woe.
Though darkness looms, and shadows loom large,
Let us kindle a flame, a beacon to charge
The path towards a future, bright and clear,
Where justice reigns, and sorrow disappears.
Comments (2)
Let justice and peace fall upon the Gaza. Heartbreaking situation and your poem describes it well.
Very interesting.