Ancient Roots, Palestine

Ancient Roots
Edited from original by Sharon Mooney

[VERSE ONE]
Amongst the hills,
where olive trees stood,
lie broken branches,
fields stripped from mud.

[VERSE TWO]
Palestinian livestock,
Colonial settler rage,
bulldozers demolishing,
families displaced.

[CHORUS]
Courage, will, enduring hope,
a nation refused to die.
Israeli tyranny,
Palestine will arise!

REMIX

REMIX

REMIX

REMIX

Original poem by unknown

**Ancient Roots, Torn Asunder**

Amongst the hills, where olive trees once stood,
Now broken branches, roots torn from the mud.
Israel's hand, a cruel and heartless blow,
Destroying culture, stealing land below.

These trees, a symbol of resilience and peace,
For centuries they've flourished, bringing ease.
Their gnarled trunks, a testament to time,
Now laid to waste by heartless, heinous crime.

The land, once lush with emerald green,
Now barren, scarred by greed's relentless glean.
Homes demolished, families displaced,
A tragic tale, a people's dreams erased.

The olive press, a symbol of their pride,
Now silenced, crushed beneath a cruel tide.
No longer will its rhythmic sound resound,
As Israel's bulldozers tear the ground.

But from the ruins, a spirit will arise,
A flame of hope that never truly dies.
The people's culture, their land, their right,
They'll fight for justice, with all their might.

For in the ancient roots, a strength remains,
A bond unbreakable, that forever sustains.
And though the trees may fall, the spirit will endure,
A testament to resilience, forever pure.