SORROWS OF PALESTINI PEOPLE

In lands where ancient stories breathe,
The Palestinian people grieve,
Their sorrows, deep as desert sands,
In troubled hearts, they take their stands.

Beneath the olive trees that weep,
In a land where ancient secrets keep,
A tale of pain, a tale of woe,
Where hopes and dreams, in turmoil, flow.

In Gaza's streets and West Bank's embrace,
They navigate a challenging space,
Where struggles, hardships often blend,
Yet strength and resilience never end.

Amidst the ruins, they stand tall,
In the face of walls and barriers that enthrall,
With hearts that long for freedom's grace,
They continue in their enduring race.

In the refugee camps, where hope's the light,
They paint their dreams against the night,
Their stories etched in every tear,
Resilience born from year to year.

The sorrow in their eyes, a heavy load,
Yet within their spirit, a story's told,
Of unity, courage, and a timeless quest,
For peace and justice, they give their best.

In the sorrows of the Palestinian land,
A longing for peace, for a gentle hand,
They persevere, with dignity and grace,
In their enduring struggle, they find their place.

Through the trials and tears, their voices soar,
A testament to what they're fighting for,
In the sorrows of Palestinian strife,
Hope and love define their life.

Imran Nazeer
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