In shadows cast by ancient stones they stand,
Palestinian souls, bound by unforgiving sand.
Beneath the weight of history’s cruel hand,
Yet in their eyes, a fire still burns, unscanned.
Amidst the rubble of broken dreams,
Where hope, it seems, is but a fleeting gleam,
They rise, like phoenix from the ashes, redeemed,
Their spirit unyielding, though the world blasphemes.
Their voices echo through the barren night,
A symphony of longing, of pain, of fight.
In every tear shed, in every silent plight,
Resilience blooms, a beacon of unyielding light.
For though the walls may tower high and wide,
And though the winds of strife may fiercely chide,
Their steadfast hearts, they will not be denied,
For freedom’s song within them will abide.
So let the world take heed, and let it know,
That in the Palestinian soul, a mighty flow
Of courage runs, through valleys low,
A testament to the human spirit’s indomitable glow.
In unwavering cadence, let their tale be told,
Of how they carry on, though nights grow cold.
In their resilience, a story bold,
Forever etched, in history’s marbled hold.
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