"Echoes of Gaza's Blood"
In halls of power, where shadows play,
A tale of injustice unfolds each day.
Palestine's cry, a haunting refrain,
Echoes through time, a stain on humanity's claim.
The Balfour Declaration, a promise made,
A land not theirs, to strangers conveyed.
The seeds of displacement, sown with pride,
A legacy of suffering, left to abide.
Zionist dreams, on occupied land,
A divine right, claimed by human hand.
Homes bulldozed, lives shattered, and torn,
In Gaza's ruins, a people's voice is scorned.
The West's complicity, a silent shame,
Funding war machines, with diplomatic games.
Ukraine's sovereignty, sacred and free,
But Palestine's plight, a negotiable decree.
Arab regimes, in duplicitous guise,
Claim solidarity, while making deals with oppressors' eyes.
Their people's voice, a distant, fading sound,
As normalization's empty peace is found.
Palestinian leaders, in disarray,
Corruption and strife, a weakened way.
Resistance lost, in violence and pain,
A cause betrayed, by those who should sustain.
The world watches, as injustice reigns,
Empty condemnations, hollow refrains.
The blood of Gaza, a testament to shame,
Echoes through eternity, a cry that will not tame.
But still, the Palestinian people stand,
Unbroken, unyielding, a spirit grand.
Their demand for justice, a clarion call,
Resounds through history, standing tall.
Let justice roll, like waters pure and bright,
And accountability, shine like morning light.
For Palestine's sake, and humanity's name,
Let freedom ring, and justice be the claim.
-Whalid Safodien
The Feather Pen
