In the heart of Gaza, where the sun meets despair,
A poignant tale unfolds, a burden to bear.
Children, innocent souls, in a crucible of strife,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ the Secretary-General’s cry.
Through the alleyways of Shujaiya, where memories bleed,
Gaza’s children, in desperation, plead.
In the rubble of homes, where dreams find their tomb,
A symphony of suffering, a lament to consume.
Beside the shores of sorrow, where waves weep,
Gaza’s children, in silence, their innocence reap.
In the face of conflict, where shadows loom,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ in a ceaseless gloom.
From Beit Hanoun to Rafah’s silent cry,
Gaza’s children, beneath the same sky.
In the echo of explosions, where fear takes birth,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ a testament to their worth.
In the classrooms of Gaza, where laughter once rang,
Children yearn for normalcy, a song unsung.
In the trauma of war, where nightmares swell,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ in a relentless spell.
Oh, the Secretary-General speaks, a plea so clear,
In the General Assembly, where truths adhere.
Gaza’s children, in a world so adverse,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ where hope feels sparse.
Through the borders of blockade, where life’s confined,
Gaza’s children, in the prison of the mind.
In the call for peace, where voices crescendo,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ in shadows they wend.
In the eyes of the displaced, where futures are tossed,
Gaza’s children, in the battle lines crossed.
In the corridors of power, where decisions unfurl,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ in a tumultuous swirl.
Through the nights of sirens, where terror prevails,
Gaza’s children, in innocence impales.
In the plea for mercy, where compassion extends,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ where empathy mends.
So let the world heed, as the Secretary-General implores,
In the face of suffering, where humanity restores.
For Gaza’s children, in their innocent rebirth,
Living in ‘Hell on Earth,’ let compassion traverse.
