Poems (from the diaries of palestine)

Do We Have A Future?

Is there a future for my home?
Does my country have the right to hope?
There must be somthing left for us to hold on to.
A verse to remember, a prayer call, a promise.
This reality is our jail, and freedom is our palace.
Allah is watching over us, so why should we be scared?
Allah promised us victory, that's why our dream will never fade.
We don't know when
We don't know how.
But we know for a fact
That it will come somehow.
We cried and cried, our tears had beed Flowing for years.
We will fight and fight, utill we reach the end of the tunnel.
We can't help it, we are fighters, resisting is running in our genes.
The years passed by, yet we still beleive.
Our freedom depends on what we still have under our sleeves.
As long As we have somthing to hold on to.
As long as we  carry our beloved country in our heart.
As long As we remain strong and act smart.
Then we will rise, higher than any chart.