In the land where olive trees once stood tall,
There is nothing left at all.
A tapestry of hope and sorrow weaves,
Lives and land are being stolen by thieves.
Streets that used to be filled with laughter, are now shadowed with pain,
Stories of courage, like whispers of rain.
Children running with tears in their eyes,
Hanging on like dreams that refuse to die.
Yet in the night, a flicker remains,
A flicker of strength that defies all the pains.
Through ruins and rubble, a miracle will rise,
The land will no longer echo with their mothers’ cries.
For deep in their hearts, a fire burns bright,
A vision of peace, of justice, and light.
In the shadows of conflict, their voices will soar,
Echoing truths that can’t be ignored.
So let the world hear their resilient refrain,
A chorus of hope rising up through the pain.
Every night the children look up and plea,
That one day Palestine will be free.
Contributed Graphic/Sangjun Han/News Director
