Palestine People's Cry Video (MV)

Palestines People Cry

In the land where olive trees once stood,
Their roots intertwined with tales of old,

A saga of sorrow unfolds, untold,
Palestine weeps, its heart of ancient wood.

Why is the war that stains the skies?
Echoes of conflict, unanswered cries,

In the shadow of history's bleeding page,
Dwells a people trapped in an endless cage.

Why such killings in the moonlit night?
Stars bear witness to a painful plight,

Gazing upon the shattered dreams,
Where hope fades like distant streams.

Where is God in the mist of despair?
Does He weep for the broken hearts laid bare?

In the silence of sacred stones,
Resides the agony, the hallowed moans.

In Gaza's streets, where children play,
Their laughter echoes, then fades away,

Beneath the weight of a heavy sky,
As questions linger, and the wounded sigh.

Why is the war that rages on?
A tale of conflict, generation to generation drawn,

In the folds of time, where shadows dance,
The ghosts of the past, a haunting trance.

Why such killings in the land of olives?
Each drop of blood, a tear that relives,

In the tapestry of a troubled land,
Woven with threads of sorrow and sand.

Where is God in the whispers of the wind?
Does He hear the prayers of those disciplined?

In the echoes of a muezzin's call,
A plea for peace, a tearful brawl.

In Hebron's hills, where history weaves,
A labyrinth of pain, a tapestry that grieves,

Questions linger in Bethlehem's air,
Why the burden of suffering, unfair?

Why is the war, a perennial storm?
Leaving hearts shattered, like a fragile form,

In the refugee camps, where stories unfold,
A saga of resilience, courage untold.



Where is God in the heart of the storm?
Does He witness the tears that deform?

In the eyes of a mother, a father's prayer,
A plea for justice, in the desolate air.

In Nablus' alleys, where secrets are kept,
A city weeps, as the world intercepts,

Questions linger, like the scent of jasmine,
Why the pain, the loss, the eternal hymn?

Why is the war, a relentless tide?
In the river of time, where destinies glide,

In the West Bank's hills, where olives stand,
A plea for peace, a cry to the sacred land.
Where is God in the midst of the strife?
Does He watch the theater of human life?

In the heart of Jerusalem, where histories entwine,
A plea for harmony, a prayer for a sign.

Why is the war, a tragic refrain?
A symphony of sorrow, an endless pain,

In the folds of the flag, where colors bleed,
A yearning for justice, for a desperate need.

Where is God in the silence of the night?
Does He witness the struggle, the eternal fight?


In the Palestinian sky, where stars conspire,
A prayer for peace, a longing for the sacred fire.

In the poetry of grief, where words collapse,
A story of resilience, against all perhaps,

Palestine endures, with strength profound,
In the heart of the struggle, hope is found.

Hope is found ooh Palestine, Hope is found ooh Palestine

In the heart of the struggle, hope is found.

Hope is found ooh Palestine