In the cradle of olive groves and stone,
Where ancient winds through ruins moan,
There lies a land, both proud and torn—
A place where peace is still unborn.
Palestine, with soil kissed by tears,
Has lived through decades, centuries, fears.
Its children play on shattered ground,
While silence screams without a sound.
The stars above still shine the same,
Yet none can cleanse the bloodstained name.
In alleys choked with dust and pain,
A mother weeps in falling rain.
Across the seas, in halls of might,
Where power speaks and claims what’s right,
The eagle soars on wings of steel,
Yet bends its knee to another’s will.
Oh, Israel—your fear, your fire,
Have built a wall, and barbed wire.
Yet not for peace, but to expand,
Another foot upon the sand.
Not for safety, nor defense,
But conquest cloaked in false pretense.
And every drone and every shell,
Speaks of a truth we know too well.
You call it war. We call it theft.
Of land, of lives, of hope bereft.
A people fenced, a dream erased,
A culture burned, a soul displaced.
But louder still, what shakes the earth,
Is not just war, but what it’s worth—
The backing arm, the golden glove,
The hand that claims to rise above.
United States, land of the free,
How deep runs your complicity?
Your bombs, your aid, your silence raw,
Make mockery of human law.
How long will justice wear a shroud,
While tyrants march beneath your cloud?
How long will freedom be a guise,
When truth is drowned in oil-laced lies?
The people sleep, but dreams decay,
And nightmares rise in bright array.
Your taxes feed another’s fight,
While cities burn in candlelight.
Yet there’s a voice beneath the noise,
A whisper from the heart and voice.
From coast to coast, a stirring grows—
The conscience of the world now knows.
No child should fear a midnight raid,
No mosque or church by tanks be flayed.
No wall should cage a native race,
No sniper’s scope should find a face.
Justice is not a partisan tune,
It shines for all beneath the moon.
And truth, though trampled, always lives,
In every soul that loves and gives.
So rise, O hearts with conscience lit,
And see the spark your silence split.
Demand the truth, reject the guise—
And let no lie eclipse the skies.
For if one people bleed in chains,
Then none are free upon these plains.
The world may watch, the world may wait,
But silence too can seal a fate.
