I wonder what more the world will see
The best went by, the worst may be.
A child with toy cries out in plea
As war burns down his sheltering tree.
He asks his toy, innocently:
“What made the sky fall silently?”
He looks around, helplessly,
Then screams in pain, so desperately.
“Who brought the war to burn my tree?
Why does the world watch silently?
Who chained their hands from helping me?
If I could speak what I wished for me
To see the world live peacefully.”
But now I know the world I see
Was never really made for me.
It’s made for those who close their eyes
For those who scroll while someone dies.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
In Gaza’s hush, the night ignites,
With fire that falls from foreign heights.
No lullabies, no peaceful skies
Just sirens' wail and mothers’ cries.
The olive trees, once full of grace,
Now bleed in every sacred place.
A child clutches a broken toy,
Still searching for a taste of joy.
Walls close in where hope once grew,
Beneath the dust, the sky turns blue
But no one looks, or dares to see
The lives erased so brutally.
The sea is near, but not for play,
It mirrors smoke by light of day.
And prayers rise up through shattered glass,
For peace to come, for war to pass.
O world that watches, cold and still,
Why must the blood of dreams be spilled?
How loud must grief begin to scream
Before you fight for more than dreams?
In Gaza’s heart, they still resist
Each breath they draw is a quiet fist.
And even when the nights are long,
They sing the truth in trembling song:
“We are not rubble, we are the roots,
We are the echoes in the flutes.
We are the dawn you’ll one day see
A people’s pain, a people free.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC