In the realm of strife and bitter woe,
A tale of pain and suffering we bestow,
Of Zionist rule, a cruel decree,
Upon the land of Palestine, so free.
Upon this soil, a people once thrived,
In harmony, their spirits survived,
But then came strangers, with a bitter claim,
Uprooting lives, causing endless pain.
The Zionist entity, with iron grip,
Took hold of lands, where once the olive tree did flip,
Displacing souls, their hearts filled with dread,
Their homes were lost, their freedom laid to rest, indeed.
Innocent civilians, their lives now shattered,
By the hands of Zionists, their blood has been spattered,
No mercy shown, no compassion in sight,
Only the echoes of weapons in the night.
Children orphaned, mothers weeping in despair,
Fathers silenced, their cries lost in the air,
A people\'s hope, now just a distant dream,
Crushed by the weight of an unjust regime.
Oh, Zionist entity, your heart so cold,
Your hands stained with the blood of the innocent, so bold,
You\'ve built your walls, your borders so high,
Keeping truth captive, as you watch them all die.
In the name of peace, you\'ve spread such strife,
Your actions have led to a life devoid of life,
For every soul you\'ve taken, a debt you must pay,
In the end, the truth will find its way.
So, let this poem echo through the land,
A cry for justice, a plea for the innocent\'s hand,
May the day come when peace shall reign,
And the Zionist entity\'s tyranny shall wane.