In the land of Palestine, where sorrow dwells,
A tale of injustice and heart-wrenching spells.
With tears streaming down, I'll paint a lament,
Of lives lost and dreams shattered, a painful testament.

Amidst the olive trees and ancient walls,
Falastine’s voice echoes, as injustice befalls.
Tales of pain and anguish, we cannot ignore,
Of lives torn apart, like fragile hearts on the floor.

Innocent souls, caught in the crossfire's wrath,
A playground of despair where justice takes a bath.
Children hushed, their laughter silenced by fear,
Their dreams crushed, as oppression draws near.

Mothers weep, holding onto their fading hope,...