In the cradle of contention, where shadows loom,
A truth unfolds, a narrative of gloom.
For fifty-six years, an occupation persists,
A tale of anguish, where humanity resists.
Through the hills of the West Bank, where olives sigh,
A reality emerges, where freedoms deny.
In the echoes of injustice, where silence reigns,
Apartheid’s legacy, in every chain.
In the streets of Gaza, where resilience prevails,
A people oppressed, as history entails.
Occupation’s weight on the promised land,
A story written in the shifting sand.
From East Jerusalem to the Jordan’s flow,
Apartheid’s grasp, in an unyielding throw.
In the alleys of Hebron, where struggles persist,
A people yearn for freedom’s twist.
In the refugee camps, where memories reside,
A generation’s plight, in every stride.
Occupation’s shadow, a relentless tether,
A story etched in every Palestinian’s weather.
Through the checkpoints and barriers that stand,
A people divided, a hope unplanned.
In the name of security, a fortress built,
Apartheid’s walls, in justice’s quilt.
Oh, the United Nations speaks, a voice profound,
A declaration echoes, an authoritative sound.
In the face of occupation, where rights erode,
Apartheid declared, a truth to be told.
In the classrooms of Ramallah, where knowledge blooms,
A generation stifled, in occupation’s rooms.
In the heart of despair, where dreams may tire,
Apartheid’s weight, a relentless fire.
In the olive groves, where resistance grows,
A people stand firm, as history shows.
Occupation’s grasp, an oppressive mire,
A tale of endurance, where spirits aspire.
Through the scrolls of time, where legacy is inscribed,
Apartheid’s stain, where justice’s plea is bribed.
In the symphony of resistance, where echoes persist,
A call for freedom, a ceaseless twist.
So, let the world listen to the truth untold,
Occupation’s story, in every fold.
In the quest for justice, where dreams may strive,
Apartheid declared, it’s time to revive.
