In the heart of shadows, where sorrow takes form,
A haunting tale unfolds, a tempestuous storm.
Gaza is bleeding, its wounds run so deep,
In the echoes of silence, where pain does seep.
Beneath the moon’s pallor, in the night so still,
Gaza trembles, a wounded soul, battered and ill.
Streets filled with whispers, of stories untold,
A narrative of anguish, in each truth to be bold.
From Beit Hanoun to Rafah’s mournful cry,
Gaza is bleeding, beneath the weeping sky.
In the rubble of homes, where memories lay,
Lies the agony of a people, caught in dismay.
Oh, the children of Gaza, innocent and frail,
Innocence shattered, a poignant tale.
Their laughter silenced, replaced by a sigh,
As Gaza is bleeding, asking the heavens, “Why?”
In the marketplaces, where life used to thrive,
Now echoes of grief, where hopes barely survive.
Gaza is bleeding, its wounds on display,
A canvas of sorrow, where colors fade away.
Through the alleys of Shujaiya, where pain resides,
Gaza is bleeding, where despair coincides.
In the tearful gaze of mothers, so worn,
A symphony of heartbreak, a melody mourned.
The minarets weep, the call to prayer mourns,
Gaza is bleeding, in each prayer that adorns.
From the borderlands to the shores so blue,
A plea for mercy, as the tears renew.
In the eyes of elders, wisdom meets despair,
Gaza is bleeding, a burden heavy to bear.
Yet, in their gaze, resilience prevails,
A spirit unbroken, as the story entails.
Through the blockade’s chains and the siege’s grip,
Gaza is bleeding, yet refuses to slip.
In the hospitals overwhelmed, where angels tread,
Gaza’s bleeding hearts, courage widespread.
Let the world hear the cry of the sea,
Gaza is bleeding, longing to be free.
In the tapestry of suffering, where threads intertwine,
Gaza bleeds, yet its spirit will shine.
So, let empathy be a balm for the pain,
Gaza is bleeding, under the weight of disdain.
In the prayer for peace, let the healing begin,
For Gaza, bleeding, to rise from within.
