A poem entitled -Gunpowder of Dignity-

Behold, the stars of the night, do they not shine?
Has the moon s radiance graced the land of Gaza?
From its glow, I draw the pearls of delight.

Whenever it beckons, it calls me to come,
What a wondrous moon art thou, high in splendor?
And my beloved, a blooming branch,
Peeks from amidst the trees.

He bears the gunpowder, ever a spark,
Feeding the child with poetic verse.
Our land, the realm of dignity,
Not a span shall we sell, not for a million dollars.

Our free and beautiful land,
Gaza, Jaffa, and Haifa,
An embryo, like an embryo,
In its warm and steadfast embrace.

Our land, the domain of manhood,
Bravery has not perished within us.
Our cultivation, rock and fire,
We march to death with resolute will.

This world, a realm of humiliation,
Hear, O world, the tale I tell,
That Gaza, the land of glory,
Teaches the ways of true valor.

I have no coward for a son,
Betrayal is not in my nature,
Nay, I shall not accept disgrace.
Our land, it sows the seeds of lions,
In the fields of heroic deeds.

Our land, it reaps a bountiful crop,
In which my fairest hopes reside,
And I behold my moon in Gaza,
From whose gaze I draw solace.

It quenches the thirst of my ailing heart,
And the stars of the night, they sing,
Their melody rising, ever higher.

Our land, it is free,
Verily, Gaza,
The land of glory.
Our land, it is free,
Palestine, the name of my mother.

We shall not negotiate, nor shall we compromise,
No resolutions call, no council commands,
The humbled Security Council,
I have no faith in its decrees.

For my land, with the blood of martyrs,
Shall return to freedom.


(Written on 4-1-2024)

A translation of my poem in Arabic.

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