A Flower Has Grown
By: Anne Thompson
In the Gaza Strip a flower has grown
Between the ruins, the buildings now mown,
Marking last resting places; and in the sky
The drones, still deadly, flying high
Not heeding the cries below
Of soft lamblike laments of the newborn
Nor the black screams of parents who mourn.
Oh, how can we sing with the occupation’s foot
On our hearts, now shattered, and dark as soot?
Are Freedom and Peace forever forsworn?
Yet we are still Living. And every day
We face the bombs, the guns, the fray.
We hope and pray, we fear and flee,
We suffer and we stay,
In Palestine – not yet free.
Take up our plea for Peace, we say:
To you, from bleeding hands, we pray,
The olive branch: be it yours to hold high.
If you break faith with us who still die
We shall not rest, though,
A flower has grown in Gaza.
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