In the land where history breathes, a tale unfolds,
Of Israel’s grip, where a dark narrative molds.
Apartheid’s shadow, a stain on the soil,
A story of anguish, a relentless coil.
From the olive groves to the ancient stones,
Apartheid’s echo in silent moans.
In the West Bank’s hills and Gaza’s embrace,
A people displaced, a constant chase.
In the marketplaces where memories reside,
Apartheid’s truth, in every divide.
Separation etched in the city’s grace,
In the streets of Hebron, where time does erase.
Oh, the walls of oppression, where boundaries confine,
Apartheid’s legacy, an intricate design.
In the name of security, a fortress so tall,
Yet within its walls, humanity does fall.
Through the checkpoints and barriers that stand,
Apartheid’s grip on the promised land.
In the eyes of the displaced, a silent scream,
In the heart of the occupied, where dreams lose their gleam.
From Jerusalem’s spires to the refugee’s plight,
Apartheid’s darkness, a relentless fight.
In the camps of despair, where hopes are sold,
Apartheid’s tale, in stories untold.
In the classrooms of Ramallah, where knowledge blooms,
Apartheid’s shadow, an oppressive gloom.
In the faces of children, innocence fades,
Apartheid’s reality, in every blockade.
Through the orchards of Jaffa, where memories decay,
Apartheid’s presence, where justice may sway.
In the echoes of Nakba, a history untold,
Apartheid’s grip, in stories unfold.
In the Negev’s vastness, where Bedouins roam,
Apartheid’s cruelty, a relentless tome.
In the struggle for recognition, dignity denied,
Apartheid’s face, where humanity is tried.
Let the world bear witness to this painful plea,
Apartheid’s cruelty, in stark reality.
In the call for justice, let empathy resound,
For the sake of Palestine, where wounds abound.
Through the resistance of a people strong,
Apartheid’s grip, they defy, they throng.
In the face of oppression, let voices unite,
For the dismantling of Apartheid, in justice and light.
