In Palestine, where ancient sands do weep,
A tale of sorrow, buried secrets deep,
Innocence amidst turmoil’s cruel keep,
I pen this plea, humanity must heed.
Beneath the olive trees and azure sky,
People’s dreams and hopes are left to die,
Their hearts, resilient, never cease to cry,
Innocence lost, beneath a mournful sigh.
Innocence crushed, where children used to play,
It’s time for love and peace to have its day.
Innocence is not a birthright to be lost,
Nor should humanity bear such heavy cost,
Together, we must stand, at any cost,
And heal the wounds of lives that have been crossed.
In the name of justice, let us unite,
To end the pain, to make their future bright,
Innocence reclaimed in the gentle light,
A world of peace, where all may reunite.
So, raise your voices high, let hope resound,
For Palestine, where suffering abounds.