In the shadowed alleyways of history’s gaze,
Where sun-baked earth cradles ancient tales,
There dwells a people, steadfast, unbowed,
Palestine’s sons and daughters, voices loud.
Through tumults of strife and oppressor’s chains,
They bear the weight of sorrow’s reigns,
Yet within their hearts, a fire burns bright,
Igniting hope, resisting the night.
In olive groves, their roots entwine,
With every stone, a piece of Palestine’s spine,
Their homes may crumble ‘neath bulldozer’s might,
Yet still they stand, in the face of blight.
From Gaza’s streets to Jerusalem’s walls,
Their spirit soars, defying all stalls,
For in their veins flows a legacy deep,
Of prophets’ whispers, and promises to keep.
Though walls may rise, dividing lands,
Their resilience echoes across shifting sands,
For Palestine lives not just in maps,
But in the hearts of those who refuse to collapse.
So let the world hear their tale untold,
Of resilience forged in fires cold,
For as long as hearts beat, and dreams take flight,
The Palestinian spirit shall continue to fight.
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