Uprooted Palestinians are at the heart of the conflict in the M.E Palestinians uprooted by force of arms. Yet faced immense difficulties have survived, kept alive their history and culture, passed keys of family homes in occupied Palestine from one generation to the next.
I am the river that flows Through my land. I am the mountain Noble and magnificent Rising up out of chaos and destruction.
I greet the morning sun That shines down on my fertile valleys And parches my barren desert.
I am the red poppy and yellow daffodil That grow upon my bloodstained hills. I am the battle cry of freedom That echoes through my corridors And every fibre of my being.
Palestinian am I. I am the proud owner of Orange orchards and lemon blossoms And honey bees, wild and free.
I am the David child wielding a single stone Against the Israeli Goliath. I am not afraid, For truth is with me and God is on my side. If I die, A choir of angels will honour me And later, my parents will grasp my outstretched hand And join me in Heaven. I am the tears of Mothers weeping for their dead sons. I am the footsteps of ancient prophets Who foretold of doom and destruction To those who torture and oppress me.
My brethren are the doves, hummingbirds and seagulls That fly unhindered above my sea. I am Palestinian, Therefore, I am.
No one can take my identity Away from me, Not tanks or guns or bombs Meant to desecrate me and kill me. My country lives in me.
I am the cry of liberty No matter what they take from me, They can’t take away my identity Or my dignity. Palestinian am I.
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