Whispers of Resilience: A Lament for Palestine

Malek Mohamed



In shadows cast by broken walls, they weep,
Where ancient olive trees their vigils keep.
Through dust and rubble, whispered cries ascend,
As hopes and dreams in sorrow meet their end.

The land, once kissed by sun's golden embrace,
Now bears the scars of time, a haunting trace.
Where children's laughter once danced in the air,
Now echoes of anguish, heavy with despair.

In Gaza's streets, where silence screams aloud,
Where shattered homes stand like silent shrouds,
The souls of martyrs linger in the haze,
Their voices silenced, lost in endless maze.

Palestinian skies, once azure, now bleed,
With tears of mothers, for their children's need.
Their stories etched in every tear-stained stone,
A legacy of loss, forever known.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker remains,
A flame of resilience, despite the chains.
For even in the depths of darkest night,
Hope whispers softly, a beacon of light.

Though the pain may linger, and the wounds run deep,
Their spirit endures, their courage to keep.
For in their struggle, a testament stands,
To human resilience in these barren lands.

So let us remember, and let us weep,
For those who in silence their vigils keep.
May their cries be heard, their suffering seen,
And may justice reign where once despair had been.

  • Author: Malek Mohamed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2024 18:56
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 4
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • 2781

    Whoever shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too shall cry out and receive no answer.

    • 2781

      What did I do?

      • Malek Mohamed

        Sorry I understood you wrong. I didn’t get the word “shuts” I skipped it. I’m tremendously sorry, please forgive me

        • 2781

          O coarse.
          I feel your pain.
          For by our words will shall be justified, and by our words we shall be condemned.

          • Malek Mohamed

            That’s true, and the people that condemn hamas and the Palestinian people they to shall be condemned and invaded, because their heart is filled and blinded by the blackness of the media.

            • 2781

              Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.



            To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.