In the Shadows of the Wall

In the shadows of the towering wall,
Where whispers blend with ancient call,
Palestine’s story, ancient, bold,
In every stone, its tale is told.

Beneath the olive trees, they stand,
Guardians of this scarred land,
Their roots entwined with memories deep,
In the soil where hopes still sleep.

Amidst the echoes of history’s cries,
Underneath the vast, troubled skies,
A people’s spirit refuses to fall,
In the shadows of the towering wall.

In Gaza’s streets, where children play,
Amidst the rubble, they find a way,
To laugh, to dream, to still believe,
In a world where hearts can grieve.

Jerusalem’s streets, a sacred maze,
Where prayers ascend in myriad ways,
In the alleys, stories unfold,
Of prophets, kings, and tales of old.

In Bethlehem’s manger, a guiding light,
In the darkest hours, a beacon bright,
Hope resides in the humblest stall,
In the shadows of the towering wall.

Amidst the chaos, the strife, the pain,
A land emboldened, it will remain,
For in the heart of every soul,
Lies the…