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A moment of peace
At a hallowed time
A juncture to tend the wounds
Of striving immense
The odds are against a deal of fairness
To redeem the bloodletting of innocent flesh
The old and the young in awesome quagmire
As though a tunnel without an end
Frenzied violence pitting nation against nation
Plowshares ravaged by the force of the sword
Succor is lacking to heal the wounds
The mighty dictating the terms of peace
Truth shall emerge on the hallowed soil
Equity shall return joy to the children’s life
Happy will be the days of blessed Palestine
Joyful will be the times of the oppressed.
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