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Old map of Palestine inspired by the poem Oh, Jerusalem, My Other Half of Palestine

This Poem is Dedicated to
The Arab Jewish Palestinians of Jerusalem,
The Arab Muslim Palestinians,
The Arab Christian Palestinians—
To all who have been dispossessed of their homes, their lands,
To those imprisoned, those exiled,
Those fighting in Israeli courts to keep their homes and businesses,
To those harassed by settlers and occupying forces,
To those who have died waiting for liberation,
To those who have died fighting the occupation,
To the martyrs,
And to those yet to be born.
The great city within the motherland,
She stands with patience—silent, still,
With pain… with sorrow… with tears in her eyes,
Oh, Jerusalem, my other half of Palestine.
The land of prophets, the land of prayers,
A land of peace, a land of the brave,
Who know no fear, who refuse to kneel,
That is my city… my holy land,
Oh, Jerusalem, my other half of Palestine.
The tears of sons have salted your sea,
The blood of martyrs has seeped into your soil,
Their prayers rise, entangled with cries,
Oh, Jerusalem, my other half of Palestine.
Proud Jerusalem, standing through time,
Your history is written in the reddest blood,
Your dreams and my dreams—they are but one,
Oh, Jerusalem, my other half of Palestine.
Tonight, you wear an elegant dress,
Woven in colors, stitched with resilience,
You shine with the dreams of tomorrow,
Dreams of freedom, dreams of peace,
Oh, Jerusalem, my other half of Palestine.
The warrior blows the trumpet of triumph,
Victory is coming—one day at a time,
Stand with patience upon the green line,
Oh, Jerusalem, my other half of Palestine.
By Marivel Guzman