The Holy Land Poem by Rabia Fatima Fatima

Holy land with innocent cries
Tearing up the heaven skies
Mighty people with supreme faith
Which no one can dare to bathe
Scathe the home of radiant grins
Shattering their yearning wills
Where each day is just as yesterday
With minute hope of less blood display
They think they have decimate their fragile hearts
Filled with the light of divine laws Stressing the idea of demolishing it
With the replacement of better wit
Yet gallant hearts refuse to fall,
Their spirit still unshaken standing tall.