Palestine Will Be Free, Poem ©

As I walk down the Main Street in the Old City,

Passing the markets and faintly hearing muffled screams.

I see the stray cats and orphans and it is a pity,

The poor families they struggle in patience as it is their means.

Walking on to greet a traumatised family from ruined Gaza,

The land is ours, you hurt millions and destroy lives just for land.

Watching the mother die as the son mourns with his father,

Everyone knows it's ours, every single grain of sand.

I now hear the melodious voice of the muezzin call to prayer,

Just some metres ahead in the sacred mosque Temple Mount.

You kill thousands, it's fine: a Muslim kills one and it's Terror,

I am grabbed harshly and arrested as I now lose count.

My sight turns to dozens of armed Israeli soldiers,

They attack me as everyone observes my killing.

The force harder than a hundred boulders,

For them it's pleasure, for us it's grieving.

As my life ends my heart enters Al – Aqsa,

The stains of blood and hundreds of bullet holes I see.

Stop the torture to the innocent, Palestine needs a prayer,

We want freedom, Palestine; it's ours and it will be free.

Free Palestine, I am Palestine,

As we silently die, the world thinks it's fine,

I am Palestine

Free Palestine

Support Palestine

Justice for Palestine

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~Sulaimaan Ahmed