This poem captures the heartfelt emotions stirred by the plight of the children of Palestine. Through verses that weave tales of ancient love with contemporary struggles, it paints a picture of a resilient nation, unwavering in hope. The piece is both a lament for the present and a hopeful ode for a brighter future, reminding us of the indomitable spirit that persists even in the face of adversity. It’s a journey through pain, hope, and the enduring promise of rebirth.

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In my heart dwells a pain so deep,

For the children of Palestine, my soul does weep.

That if I were to voice it, it will burn my tongue,

An inferno of words, too poignant and young.

However, if I decide to keep it in my heart,

Silent and hidden, tearing me apart,

I fear it will turn me into ashes gray,

For their plight and struggle, night and day.

Land of olives, of tales so old,

Where stories of love and courage are told.

Yet amidst these tales, one stands apart,

A narrative of resilience, straight from the heart.

Each stone, each tear, tells a tale,

Of dreams and hopes that never fail.

Though the world may turn a blind eye,

Their spirit, their hope, will never die.

In solidarity, we stand and mourn,

For a land where freedom is yet to be born.

But remember, from ashes, the Phoenix does rise,

Palestine will shine, under the open skies.

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