Blood and Resilience

In the land of olive groves, where sorrow seeps,
A tale of anguish, where too much blood has seeped,
Palestinian hearts heavy with grief and pain,
A cry for justice, like an eternal refrain.

Too much blood has been spilled upon this earth,
Innocent lives shattered, dreams crushed since birth,
Children’s laughter silenced, mothers’ tears flow,
In the face of oppression, their resilience will grow.

From Gaza to Jerusalem, the cries resound,
A plea for freedom, in every prayer, profound,
Generations scarred by the weight of despair,
But their spirit, unbroken, fills the air.

In the streets of Ramallah, Nablus, and Hebron,
Stories unfold, of resilience passed down,
Through checkpoints and walls, they stand tall,
United in purpose, they refuse to fall.

The olive trees weep, their roots soaked in tears,
As the land is divided, generation after year,
But the Palestinians rise, like the sun over hills,
Their courage unyielding, their spirit never stills.

In the refugee camps, a flame burns bright,
A reminder of home, a symbol of their fight,
For the right to return, to reclaim their land,
To heal the wounds and walk hand in hand.

Too much blood has been spilled, a lament so deep,
But hope persists, in the hearts that still weep,
For Palestine, a nation resilient and strong,
A longing for justice, where they truly belong.

Let the world hear their voices, let justice prevail,
In the face of adversity, their spirit will never fail,
For the Palestinian people, their struggle renowned,
Too much blood has been spilled, but hope will rebound.