Cries of Sorrow: A Lament for Gaza

 

In Gaza’s shadow, cries of sorrow rise,

Where children's laughter meets with tear-filled skies.

Through shattered dreams and echoes of despair,

The world stands silent, hearts too cold to care.

Beneath the stars that weep with crimson hue,

Young lives are stolen, futures bid adieu.

Bombs rain down, a symphony of death,

Each blast a thief that steals a final breath.

The youth who dreamt of peace now lie in dust,

Their hopes and lives betrayed by callous thrust.

Mothers wail, their hearts forever torn,

By nights of horror, endless, grief reborn.

In Palestine, the dawn is bathed in red,

Where innocence and joy have long since bled.

The land that cradled life now holds its dead,

A silent witness to the blood they've shed.

Yet in this darkness, voices still remain,

A cry for justice rising through the pain.

For every life extinguished by the strife,

The call grows louder: every soul has life.

May the world awaken to their plight,

And turn the endless wrongs towards the right.

For in the echoes of their anguished plea,

Lies the path to peace, for you and me.