The Land Of Olive And Vine Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

The Land Of Olive And Vine

i want to go back to Gaza and lay on the sand
Beneath the ancient olive trees,
The soil whispers tales untold.
A tapestry of history,
Woven with threads of gold.

The Gaza shores, where waters meet,
Embrace the rhythm of the sea.
The West Bank's hills, a sacred seat,
A testament to tenacity.

i want to go back to Gaza and lay on the sand,
From Haifa to Hebron's gates,
The people's spirit stands tall.
Resilience blooms, despite the weight
Of occupation's heavy pall.

Palestine, your name resounds,
A clarion call for justice, peace.
In your resilience, hope abounds,
May your people's struggles cease.

i want to go back to Gaza and lay on the sand

This land of olive and of vine,
A beacon of strength, a home divine.

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