And Gaza Says," O the Sons of Adam The people of Moses The people of Muhammad Stop Will You?
I feel the Tankers on my body They are trampling me
I hear the Missiles They pierce through My Soul
I see the tearful Widows the cries of the children Fear in the Eyes the Funerals
I hear the pleas I hear the screams the cries for help the prayers the curses the complaints to the Almighty
Blood is Smeared on to My Face Human blood- a Precious blood The blood of Adam
I am ploughed often daily to bury the lifeless the young the old the men the women the infants
I see debris,destruction devastation the helplessness
I feel the hatred in your hearts your words translated through your actions
I wonder Why are the innocents paying the price of this War?
O Sons of Adam O the Sons of Abraham Don't Forget O You the People of Moses O You the People of Jesus O You the People of Muhammad Your Lord Your God is but One