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Palestine: A Cry for Freedom, A Poem of Survival

Through Tears and Ashes, the Heart of a Nation Beats for Justice and Freedom

By Aysha Akhter Published 7 months ago 1 min read
Palestine: A Cry for Freedom, A Poem of Survival
Photo by Ahmed Abu Hameeda on Unsplash

Oh land of olive trees and sunlit skies,
Where dreams are born but often die.
A cradle of faith, of hope, and tears,
Your story echoes through the years.

Palestine, your soil runs deep,
With ancient roots that refuse to sleep.
Your hills remember songs of old,
Your valleys whisper tales untold.

A land divided, a people confined,
Yet hearts unyielding, spirits aligned.
Through rubble and ruin, your children play,
Their laughter defies the darkest day.

They build castles from broken stone,
In a land they’ve called their own.
Each grain of sand, each blade of grass,
A testament to struggles that surpass.

Borders drawn by hands of greed,
Chains of power, walls of need.
But no wall can cage a people's fight,
No force can dim their sacred light.

The world may turn a blind, cold eye,
But truth persists; it will not die.
For justice doesn’t fade with time,
It beats within, it’s sublime.

Oh Palestine, your story aches,
A land of giving, yet what it takes!
Still, your people rise with might,
Their resilience a beacon of righteous fight.

The cries of mothers pierce the air,
Lamenting lives lost to despair.
The streets remember every name,
Every martyr, every flame.

And though the skies may darken with smoke,
And voices falter, hearts won’t choke.
For freedom’s call is loud and clear,
A melody only the just can hear.

Let nations stand, let truth prevail,
Let justice rise where it did fail.
For Palestine’s spirit cannot be sold,
Its worth exceeds mountains of gold.

One day the olive branch will bloom,
Replacing shadows of war and gloom.
The rivers will flow with peace anew,
Under skies of liberated blue.

So let us not forget their song,
A people whose rights have been denied too long.
For Palestine deserves to breathe,
To live in peace, without reprieve.

Oh land of resilience, heart, and soul,
Your freedom is the ultimate goal.
A dream deferred but never erased,
A justice delayed but never replaced.

Palestine, you will one day be free,
A land of hope, of unity.
Your voice will echo through history,
Proclaiming the triumph of liberty.

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Aysha Akhter

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