If a city like Gaza turns into ruins By an ugly aggression, then Out of ruins there will pretty flowers and There will be fragrant roses anytime, Out of an ugly aggression, There will be only chaos and devastation, but Out of the ruins of the pretty Gaza, There will be pretty freedom to all people and To the whole world in addition to flowers and roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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