In a Place Called Little Palestine, People Feel Afraid. And Forgotten.

In a Place Called Little Palestine, People Feel Afraid. And Forgotten.

In a place called Little Palestine,
Where tears drip from hearts that mourn,
The streets once vibrant, now hold an eerie silence,
A sense of fear in every dawn.

Where dreams once bloomed like jasmine flowers,
Now wither, wilt, and fade away,
The echoes of despair haunt the souls,
In this corner of the world where darkness sways.

Forgotten amidst the chaos and strife,
Little Palestine yearns for peace,
A sanctuary of hope buried deep within,
Where fears and sorrows find release.

But people rise, united and strong,
To reclaim the love that once thrived,
Resilient hearts refuse to be broken,
Bound together, their spirits revived.

In Little Palestine, hope finds its way,
Through strength, compassion, and grace,
A reminder to the forgotten and afraid,
That love shall triumph in this sacred space.