The Silent Tears of Palestine

Once upon a land kissed by ancient skies,
Where olive trees whisper and freedom lies,
There bloomed a tale of pain and grace,
A people’s struggle, a steadfast race.

Little hands once held dreams so bright,
Now tremble beneath shadows of endless night.
Children’s laughter, once like spring’s sweet song,
Now muffled by bombs and sirens long.

Mothers weep with rivers in their eyes,
Holding memories where their young ones lie.
Homes once full of warmth and light,
Reduced to ashes in the cruel night.

Smoke and fire choke the air,
Despair and fear linger everywhere.
Streets that echoed with joyful cries,
Now silent under darkened skies.

Yet beneath this sorrow, courage grows,
Like a stubborn flower that defies the blows.
Men with stones and hearts ablaze,
Fight on through the darkest haze.

Women’s tears turn to prayers strong,
Their resilience a never-ending song.
Though battered by hardship, broken and torn,
Their spirits remain unyielded, reborn.

Every heartbeat is a drum of defiance,
Every breath a step toward alliance.
Injustice may cast its darkest spell,
But hope in their souls continues to swell.

The world may turn its gaze away,
But Palestine’s flame refuses to sway.
Justice sleeps but shall awake,
For freedom’s dawn is theirs to make.

Blood that stains the sacred ground,
Will bloom as flowers all around.
From the pain and from the scars,
Will rise a nation reaching stars.

Children’s dreams, once crushed and torn,
Will rise anew with each new dawn.
Songs of peace will fill the air,
Love and light will conquer despair.

Mountains tall and rivers wide,
Will witness their unbroken pride.
Ancient lands will heal their wounds,
As hope and freedom become their tunes.

The day will come, a promised day,
When guns will fall and children play.
When no more tears stain the sand,
And every soul will proudly stand.

Their story is one of courage vast,
Of standing firm, holding fast.
Of sacrifice deep and love profound,
Of hearts united, freedom-bound.

So listen closely, hear the cry,
Of a people who will never die.
Their silent tears, their hopeful song,
Will echo in the world lifelong.

Together let us raise our voice,
In justice, peace, let’s all rejoice.
For Palestine, the dream remains,
Of breaking all the cruel chains.

Freedom’s light will surely shine,
Over every hill and olive vine.
A future bright, a new sunrise,
Born from tears and brave goodbyes.