To Palestine... a poem
Another attempt at poetry
Through olive groves, where shadows lie,
A land of tales, where echoes sigh,
A tale of ancient bonds and strife,
Where hopes and dreams seek a new life.
In Palestine, where sunsets gleam,
Reflecting off the flowing stream,
The land's heart beats with sorrow's weight,
Yet resilient souls endure their fate.
As Robert Frost might pen this rhyme,
The poet sees beyond the time,
Where walls divide, and tears descend,
On ancient soil, their hearts amend.
The olive branches stretch with pride,
A symbol of peace, far and wide,
Yet trenches carve the hallowed ground,
Divisions deep, no solace found.
Reflections in the water's glass,
Of memories from ages past,
A cry for unity and grace,
In this enduring place.
A dance of light on ancient stones,
Whispers of stories, etched in bones,
The past and future interlace,
In this ancestral, sacred space.
Oh, Palestine, with spirit bright,
Amidst the day and darkest night,
Your longing for a tranquil shore,
Shall live in hearts forevermore.
Though miles apart, our thoughts entwine,
In every verse, your spirits shine,
May peace embrace your ancient land,
And liberation arise, hand in hand.
That was a beautiful, moving poem .
Israel -not the Jews - should be severly opposed for what it is doing to you. It is simply heart-breaking to see how it treats your people.
Nice poem for the struggle of our oppressed Palestinian brothers and sisters, from brutal Israelis and Zionists