Palestine-The Strong

Every time I collapse onto the ground
From a bomb that blows up from behind me,
Palestine picks me up
Every time I cower in fear
When a soldier points a gun at me,
Palestine stands firm, protecting me
She wipes away every tear
That trails down my sodden cheeks
She comforts me
After I watch my family die before me
Her perfect white face
Blackens from the ashes of every battle she fights
Her green eyes
Stare down the enemies in front of her
Her red hair
Waves in the wind as she stands over her enemies
Red of the blood on her hands
Green of the lush grass she stands upon
White of the purity of her soul
Black of the beautiful night skies
Bravery
Courage
Faith
Defiance
Love
Resistance
She has it all
She is
Palestine-The Strong

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