Job 13:13
Keep silent, O nations,
and let Gaza speak with the tongue of Job.
Her voice has wept until it can weep no more,
and still the tears run into the dust.
The children cry:
“Help us before we vanish from the earth,
as the Red Indians of the North once vanished,
swallowed by silence and betrayal.”
The mothers plead:
“Do not leave us to die nameless,
buried beneath rubble and indifference.
Let us be remembered
not as shadows,
but as souls who loved,
who prayed,
who dreamed of peace.”
Job speaks in Gaza:
“Let me speak, and let come to me what may.
If death is the only answer,
then let it be clothed in dignity,
not in bombs and fire.”
For how long shall Job suffer in Gaza?
For how long shall the fathers of the world
remain deaf to the cries of children?
Have we lost the true mothers and fathers—
those who once stood for justice,
who once carried humanity in their hearts?
Are the criminals who devour innocence
greater than the multitudes of the earth?
If the world were to rise as one,
wars in Gaza, Ukraine, Congo, and Sudan
would end in a single day.
But Gaza speaks like Job:
“Till I die,
I will not deny the integrity of my land.
Though blood stains my soil,
though fire consumes my walls,
my spirit shall not bow
to the thieves who call themselves settlers.”
And so the heavens bear witness:
the cry of Job in Gaza
is not the cry of despair—
it is the cry of a soul
that even death
cannot silence.
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