A land where people already stood,
Where roots ran deep in earth and wood,
Where voices rose with wind and sand—
Tell me then, whose is that land?
Where stories lived in soil and stone,
And every path and seed was known,
Before new flags were raised by hand—
Who does that sacred ground command?
If hearts were there, if lives were planned,
If generations shaped the land,
Then answer clear, if truth you’ll stand:
To whom belongs that ancient land?
Free Palestine,,,,