When the olive tree still stretches
its arms to the sky
despite being scorched
a thousand times.
When its soil has memorized
the names of martyrs
better than the world ever will.
When children recite
what the world forgot—
that to be displaced
is not the same
as being defeated.
Why must Palestine not be free?
When its tears still carry prayer.
When its ruins still echo
God is Greater
not in despair,
but in defiance.
When even the rubble
stands up straighter
than those who call injustice a policy,
and those who mistake silence
for neutrality.
Why must Palestine not be free?
When every stone
knows what side it’s on.
And every soul that remembers justice
already knows
the answer.