Palestine
Mother Palestine
your children there in flames
today are dying
Palestine
exhausted and crying
to your earth they are cuddling
a child the husband and the wife
Palestine
covered with a pall mournings
for counting
new tombs stayed
Palestine
don`t cry Palestine
years of anxiety
must to pass
Palestine
I know, your freedom
and you will give for human
out great your joy
today I am an uniting
with your pain Palestine
only persevere! ! !
years of anxiety must pass! ! !
Very, very good. Sad and real. There is also an optimism. It is having itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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It amazes me how this poem can sound so sad, yet so beautiful. It is very touching-I love it.