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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Over 320,000 children under five now stand on the brink of collapse— grasping for food that no longer arrives. Schools lie silent—97% damaged, their futures paved in rubble. In May alone, over 5,100 children were treated for acute malnutrition. Over 18,000 children have died; another 45,000 wounded—some missing limbs, some missing home. Every day, more children lie lost in famine, displaced, or gasping for breath”. Last week I met a home security technician, He said his name was Hamad, I heard it wrong as Hamas, Although he works hard and lives in USA, He was proud to say he was a Palestinian, from Jerusalem in Israel. Palestine was the ancient land of God, Adam and Eve lived and tasted the apple which grew there, It was a land of peace and wisdom, Till politics destroyed and divided the nation of Palestine. Hamad contributes whatever money he can save, To feed the hungry children of Gaza, He can not eat Kababs and Shawarmas, When he sees hungry children and parents looking desperately for food. In the ruins of dawn, where laughter once played, Children rise—not to school, but to haunting haze. Tiny hands reach for nothing but dust, Their dreams broken, swallowed by hunger and rust. Once, they sang under the olive tree— bodies light with song, hearts unburdened. Now the branches stand silent, leaning over empty schools and broken tents. They wait for olive-picking futures, now harvested by time’s neglect. Even as famine steals their breath, their spirits bloom under rubble-laden skies. Their absence echoes louder than their presence— every empty swing, every closed school door, every lull in song. We must not turn away. At least donate some money for the starving kids. Donate at wck.org or your favorite charity. Let this poem be more than words—a call to witness, to humanize, and to act.
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