Sky over Gaza

The sky over Gaza is raining red, to the frenzied audacity of bombs it has ceded the empire of tranquility. Despite the winds and the stars, the bloody enemies of humanity spit down their venom, helped by their perfidious soldiers beaming pride, blind to their own crime. The sky over Gaza, witness to this calamity, has eyes full of tears; such theater of cruelty it had never witnessed before, and simply wishes it had gates to shun the merchants of death monopolizing its space, like a rat-infested environment, dropping their bombs on women and children without pity or remorse. But, it has neither thunder nor fire for them, only a sea of tears.