HOPE IN THE RUBBLES

Oh, sacred land where olives bloom,
Amidst the whispers of ancient peace’s tune,
Dreams concealed ‘neath skies of strife,
Where walls ascend and hope lose a life.

The silent tree witnesses to war’s cruel war,
Yearning for a life from times afar.
Ancestral whispers on the wind both roams,
Cries for unity, a longing for home.

Embers softly aglow in the shroud od night,
Hearts unyielding, resisting plight.
Palestine, your tale resounds, bold,
In every child and field of gold.

Hope persists, in each resilient tree,
A faith that endures, for all to see,
As dawn breaks, war’s grip is no more,
A future bathed in lights soothing allure