My Heart Bleeds For Palestinians by Mosuro Hafsah Oluwatobi

With passion and pride,

I praise Palestine,

A promised land,

So fine and divine.

Its beauty's unmatched,

From sea to sea,

The land is blessed,

And so are we.

From ancient times,

Its story's told,

Of struggle and strife,

But hearts of gold.

Despite the odds,

It stands so tall,

A beacon of hope,

For one and all.

The land is sacred,

And so are its people,

A rich culture,

And a story to treasure.

In a land so vast,

And skies so blue,

A story unfolds,

That's old yet new.

A tale of struggle,

Of loss and gain,

Of hope and dreams,

That still remain.

Through trials and tribulations,

The story goes on,

With strength and courage,

To carry it on.

The characters change,

But the plot's the same,

A fight for freedom,

With pride and fame.

From ancient times,

To the present day,

The story's told,

In a special way.

For this is a land,

Where people strive,

For what is right,

Where heroes rise,

And stand up to fight.

Where peace and justice,

Are dreams so pure,

Where hope still lives,

And hearts endure.

For this is a land,

Where beauty's seen,

Where culture thrives,

And life is keen.

Where nature abounds,

And nature's grace,

Where faith prevails,

In every place.

This is the land,

So dear to me,

Where I find peace,

And harmony.

With open arms,

The land receives,

All those who come,

With hopes and dreams.

For all are welcome,

No matter their creed,

All are embraced,

In this special need.

For this is a land,

Where all can find,

The peace and love,

They have in mind.

Where dreams are nurtured,

And life renewed,

Where hope is born,

And all's made true.

This is the land,

Where I belong,

Where my heart sings,

A joyful song.