A Homeland Woven in Resistance

Theme: Homeland

Gaza is light fighting to be seen

A homeland where morning light breaks through dust,  

Yet people still rise with the sun.

It is the hum of life beneath sirens,  

Mothers boiling tea as drones circle overhead,  

Children sketching dreams on shattered walls.

It is silence loud with memory,  

A street missing names it once carried,  

But never forgetting their steps.  

Never forgetting their smiles,  

Never forgetting their final words.

It is the scent of bread in broken streets,  

It is the echo of children's laughter  

Running through rubble like wind,  

Running free despite the weight of walls.

It is calloused hands rebuilding again and again,  

Hands that bury, then build,  

Hands that pray, then plant.  

It is olive trees standing where tanks once passed,

Roots deep, unshaken,  

Roots that whisper: we remain.

Gaza is poetry written in resistance,  

Poetry that bleeds, but still speaks,  

Poetry that cries, but never falls silent.