In lands where olive branches weep,
Beneath the weight of history’s keep,
There dwells a spirit, proud and deep,
Resilient hearts, the Palestinians reap.
From ancient streets to modern strife,
Their journey marked by pain and life,
Yet in their eyes, a steadfast gaze,
Enduring sun, enduring haze.
In every child’s laughter, echoes heard,
The dreams of generations stirred,
With each dawn’s light, they rise anew,
Defiant souls, their truth pursue.
Through shattered homes and broken dreams,
Their resilience like flowing streams,
They plant their roots in soil untamed,
Their spirit fierce, their will unclaimed.
Though walls may rise to divide the land,
Their unity, a steadfast stand,
For in their hearts, a flame ignites,
A beacon through the darkest nights.
Palestinian souls, unwavering, true,
In your resilience, the world anew,
For in your struggle, hope resides,
A testament to human strides.
So let us listen to their tale,
And heed the lessons, without fail,
For in their journey, we may find,
The strength of heart, the ties that bind.
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