Blood of Gaza
Gaza—
I was there.
I have seen the blood.
I have seen suffering
beyond words.
Israel—
the world will not forget.
Not now.
Not in time.
I saw pain
in the eyes of the people.
I saw innocence
caught in war.
I saw men
broken and killed.
I saw women
crying in fear.
I saw children
starving in silence.
Gaza today
is a place of sorrow.
A place
where humanity is questioned.
When all this suffering unfolds—
where is the world?
Israel—
what wrong
have the people of Gaza done?
How many must fall
before it ends?
America.
Europe.
You speak of human rights.
Yet your actions
tell another story.
You send support.
You send weapons.
And the suffering continues.
Blood in Gaza
falls day and night.
If Israel has a right to exist—
what of Gaza?
What of its people?
No power
is above judgment.
No nation
escapes history.
Israel—
what is not just
will never bring peace.
The blood in the Middle East
will not be forgotten.
It will return
as a question of justice.
And Gaza—
will not be erased.
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