Tears in Gaza
The wives wail for their fallen husbands' embrace,
The children's tears fall on their mothers' lifeless face,
Men beg for mercy from soldiers in the fray,
I weep, powerless to save them from this dismay.
Displaced and far from home,
Amidst the rubble, they're forced to roam.
Decaying remains of neighbors near,
A haunting sight that fills hearts with fear.
It's not just recovery they seek,
But survival, amidst chaos and bleak.
Innocent bones, a painful sight,
Desperate pleas for bread, day and night.
The children of olive trees weep, pleading the world for aid,
Their cries echo until they are silenced at last.
How many lives must be lost before we call it what it truly is, I ask
Not a conflict, but a genocide that’s paid.
The indigenous of the land nourish the earth with their tears
Their innocence shattered, dreams consumed by fears.
The planes fly above them, with terror in their eyes
One last breath until their light dies
The Arab nations, their laughter echoing from afar,
We watched fantasy films, cheering for the resistance star.
But when confronted with reality, we're labeled as siding with terror,
A narrative that seeks to silence and undermine, an unjust error.
Let the world hear their cries, their pain, and their plea,
To end the genocide, to set Palestine free.
May justice prevail, and peace be restored,
In Gaza, where tears flow, their spirits soar.
Copyright ©
Julia Sawatzky
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