In this land… A Song Culture “Fifteen”

In the weave of threads, whispers linger,

Whispers of history, whispers of pride,

Bound within the folds of the keffiyeh,

Lies the soul of a people, steadfast and wide.

In the crimson stripes, echoes resound,

Echoes of struggle, echoes of hope,

Woven with defiance, woven with grace,

A symbol of resilience, a symbol to cope.

Upon the shoulders of generations past,

Rests the weight of memory, heavy yet true,

From fields of olive to streets of stone,

The keffiyeh bears witness, to all that they knew.

Through exile’s bitter winds and tears,

It became a shroud for the fallen, a shield for the brave,

A garment of identity, worn with pride,

In the face of injustice, it stood to engrave.

In its intricate patterns, stories untold,

Of ancestors’ courage, of dreams yet to unfold,

A cloth of solidarity, in times of sorrow,

Binding hearts together, today and tomorrow.

So let the winds carry its tale afar,

From the hills of Palestine to lands unknown,

For in every fold, in every hue,

Lies the spirit of a people, forever shown.