In the heart of the ancient lands,
Where olive trees weep, in a silent sleep
Amidst the rolling hills and lush green fields,
A man of legacy, his depths run deep.
Avoing taking a stance, in a tussle undertone,
In the rubble of life, in pain, he stays overworn.
In Gaza's streets, sorrow's sown, silenced by war's fierce tone, hearts are torn