In the heart of Gaza, where sorrow resides,
A tale unfolds, where humanity abides.
The Red Cross chief, a voice so clear,
Declares the Gaza war a moral frontier.
Through the rubble-strewn streets and the cries of despair,
The echoes of suffering, the burdens to bear.
In the face of conflict, where innocence crumbles,
The Red Cross chief speaks, where conscience mumbles.
In the alleys of Gaza, where resilience stands,
A plea for humanity, in the midst of the sands.
The scars of war, where shadows implore,
The Red Cross chief speaks, a call to restore.
From Beit Hanoun to Rafah’s embrace,
The echoes of grief, the struggles to face.
In the name of justice, where empathy weaves,
The Red Cross chief’s words, a conscience that grieves.
In the classrooms of Gaza, where laughter is still,
The children, the future, in the war’s bitter chill.
In the pursuit of peace, where hopes may tire,
The Red Cross chief’s voice, a compassionate lyre.
Oh, the world watches, as the Red Cross chief implores,
In the halls of power, where decision restores.
The moral failure echoes, in the war’s harsh symphony,
The Red Cross chief speaks, a voice of solemnity.
Through the lens of humanity, where compassion must soar,
A war deemed a failure, where principles implore.
In the face of injustice, where conscience bears,
The Red Cross chief’s words, a plea for repairs.
In the corridors of diplomacy, where choices are made,
The Gaza war, a moral cascade.
In the heart of the world, where compassion retires,
The Red Cross chief speaks, a call that inspires.
So let the echoes resound, in the chambers of might,
For a moral reckoning, in the war’s harsh light.
In the quest for justice, where conscience acquires,
