Voice Of Gaza: A Soul Poetry

Our throats,

Are parched.

Our babies

Dead.

Our tears,

Dried.

We smile,

Through

Bones

& Debris.

For tears

& laughter

Has dried

Away.

We smile,

At life,

To embrace

Death.

For the world,

Does not listen,

To our cries.

Of hunger,

Death & pain.

Our voice,

Is a mere smile,

A mere whimper,

That must one day,

Become the hope,

For the ones

Who might live,

Upon our graves.

As our dried bones,

Slowly rot away,

& flesh gradually

Fades.

Remember o humanity,

Nothing ever truly

Remains.

Everything is a mere,

Whimper...

A mere whisper,

Of truth & reckoning.

Soon ye shalth

See.

End

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Subject: A soul poetry on Gaza and it's plight.

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