Oppressed I was born
Through the stress I evolved
Till I tested the ropes
Blessed with a cause
That posses me to roar
Obsessed so I express
The mess that press
On my thoughts
Till I free all the globe
Roaming broken roads
Surrounded by corruption
Greed & the depths of the war.
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Palestine
PoetryHere,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.
