The Children of Gaza
The Children of Gaza
In the heart of Gaza, where laughter once played,
Now echoes of silence, of joy that decayed.
The children with eyes, like the moon’s gentle glow,
Bear burdens of sorrow, no young heart should know.
Their homes, once a haven, now rubbles and dusts,
As Israel’s fire, rains down upon their heads,
With their cruellest hand, striking with lust,
Turning echoes of joy, into cries of despair.
The West, with their cruelty, indifferent faces,
Arms the terror, then prays for grace to them.
Their hollow sympathies, like crocodile tears,
Leaving them with naught, but the shadows of death.
Promises float, like leaves in the wind,
Empty and frail, sins veiled and pinned.
While Israel tries to shape their will,
Their tender minds, are never still.
Neighbour’s attempts, mere drops in the sea,
Could not quench, the thirst of their desperate plea.
The UN, aloof, with cold gazes from afar,
Condemning without action, like a distant star.
The world turned away, with a blind, steely heart,
Refusing to see, or to play a kind part.
Who will save the children, whose innocence lost,
When their pillars, have crumbled at such a great cost?
Their parents, their kin, all stolen by strife,
Their future and hopes, cut short like a knife.
Their happiness taken, their rights laid to waste,
Their freedom and culture, gone with no trace.
Yet, in the darkest night, the stars shine most bright,
And from the deepest despair, can bloom hope’s pure light.
May the children of Gaza, with strength incomparable,
Rise from the ashes, their spirits enthroned.
For they are the pillars, resilient and strong,
In their hearts, the undying echoes of songs.
A future rebuilt, from love’s tender care,
A world that will see them, and finally share.
So let us stand with them, in their hour of most need,
Plant seeds of compassion, and kindness indeed.
For the children of Gaza, though battered by storm,
Carry the promise of days, bright and warm.
Amidst the ruins, their dreams still take flight,
On wings of the dawn, cutting through the night.
Visions of peace, in their slumber they weave,
A tapestry of hope, in which they believe.
They dream of a world, where laughter fills the air,
Where fields are green, and life is fair.
A place where freedom’s song, is sweetly sung,
And the bells of joy, are forever rung.
In dreams, they dance, unrestrained and free,
Beyond the grasp of cruel destiny.
Their spirits soar high, above the fray,
In a land where night is turned to day.
May these dreams guide them, like a beacon’s light,
Through the corridors of their darkest night.
And lead them to a future, bright and new,
Where dreams are not just dreams, but finally true.
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