From The River To The Sea Poem by Da Ge

Beneath a sky where crimson tears forever fall,
Where olive trees once stood as sentinels tall,
A land now fractured, burdened by the weight of strife,
Where innocents are robbed of home, of breath, of life.

Oh Palestine, your children wail in broken sleep,
Their laughter buried where the ruins run deep.
The echoes of their dreams are lost in sorrow's shade,
A generation's future, in the dust, is laid.

The world observes with hollow eyes and muted tongue,
While truth and justice rot where power's web is spun.
The nations bold, who preach of peace with feigned accord,
Turn blind when suffering reigns, ignored and ignored.

The US and UK, with weapons in their hands,
Feed the flames of conflict that consume your lands.
They cry of defense while they shield the mighty's sins,
A battle for survival no weaker side wins.

For every stone a trembling child may dare to throw,
The wrath of missiles answers, swift with bitter woe.
The homes are crushed, the streets in shadowed silence lie,
Each life extinguished begs the question: why?

Defense, they call it—justice, they proclaim aloud,
Yet in their wake, the graves of innocents are plowed.
For every fear they claim to quench, another dies,
Beneath the gaze of watchers veiling their own lies.

Oh land of olive groves and seas that softly sigh,
The spirit of your people will not break nor die.
Though history may write of pain and endless plight,
Your soul endures, a beacon through the darkest night.

Let hypocrites stand tall, their shadows soon will fade,
The truths of those oppressed cannot be dismayed.
Oh Palestine, your voice will one day pierce the sky,
And justice, slow though it may be, will never die.