when a few stood up to many
when rocks fought with tanks
kites flew against helicopters, jets and drones
Yes, once there was a time
when the oppressed would not bow
where in a place they would not succumb to hate and violence
they refuse to be their enemy or given in and surrender
Snipers sniped at children gathering scrap
soldiers in the night beat down doors and snatched kids for interrogations
but the few stood firm and they would not give in
when Gazans like Manal with eyes of fierce fire would never fade but instead deepen in resolve
There is a place so far from you and what you understand
when the few face the many and they stand strong and true
Their homes bombed into rubble, not allowed to rebuild
The water, land and air a prison and yet their hearts,souls their struggle reaches around the world
Yes there is a place when the few face the many everyday and they may bend but never break
Who lose their fathers,mothers,sisters,
What people are these who can suffer so and still not cede?
A resilience grown from a struggle beyond our ocean in a land called Palestine
These few who have so little against the many who have it all
an unequal battle, a struggle decades old and still no surrender, no end
what little they have left is more than the many can wield
what the few possess the many forgot how it feels
The few have passion born of struggle, born of inalienable rights they know no one can steal
the few will never lose though they have no tanks, no planes, no armies per se
but they have what no one can shackle nor take, the right to return and the right of their own fate
they have the right to emancipation,self-
Someday the few will suffer not from the many
they will be free to go where they please and swim in the dead sea
when their rights as human beings are no less than anyone else
When the few shall be broken free and will live in peace
in the land they call home; Palestine
Very moving. May that day come soon!
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