In the land where the olive branches weep,
A tale unfolds, in the heart of Gaza so deep.
Ethnic cleansing’s shadow, a stain on the earth,
A narrative of sorrow, a haunting rebirth.
Beneath the moonlit sky, where stars bear witness,
Gaza trembles, its people in distress.
In the alleys of sorrow, where echoes remain,
Ethnic cleansing whispers, a chilling refrain.
Through the narrow streets of Rafah’s embrace,
Where sorrow lingers, leaving no trace.
Homes once standing, now dust in the air,
Ethnic cleansing’s ghost, an oppressive glare.
In the silence of Shujaiya, where pain resides,
Echoes of injustice in the night collides.
Families shattered, dreams turned to dust,
In the face of hatred, in humanity’s trust.
From Beit Hanoun to Khan Yunis’ shore,
Ethnic cleansing’s wound, a festering sore.
The world may turn away, but the land bears the scars,
In the face of oppression, beneath the same stars.
Children of Gaza, innocence betrayed,
In ethnic cleansing’s game, they’re caught and swayed.
Their laughter silenced, replaced by a sigh,
As the world turns a blind eye to their desperate cry.
Amidst the rubble, where homes used to stand,
Ethnic cleansing unfolds, a ruthless hand.
The soil tainted with the tears of the oppressed,
In the labyrinth of suffering, where pain is expressed.
Gaza’s skyline, once kissed by the sun,
Now painted with shadows, where darkness has won.
Ethnic cleansing’s legacy, etched in the air,
A plea for justice, an anguished prayer.
In the refugee camps, where memories persist,
Ethnic cleansing’s tale, in every clenched fist.
A people displaced, their stories untold,
In the heart of injustice, where truths unfold.
Let the world bear witness to this somber tale,
Of ethnic cleansing’s grip, where hopes frail.
From the diaspora to the homes left behind,
In the echoes of sorrow, a plea for mankind.
Oh, Gaza, bleeding beneath the same sky,
Ethnic cleansing’s truth, a collective sigh.
In the face of cruelty, let justice rise,
For the sake of Gaza, where humanity lies.
