Hospital in Gaza: A Struggle For Survival

WHEN MERCY FALL

Oh Gaza, a cradle of care turned a cradle of death
How your walls crumbled beneath the weight of unspeakable tragedy.
Where once the gentle hands of healers restored the broken
Now lies ruin, ash and the echoes of unutterable sorrow.
In your halls, the cries of the suffering mingled with the hope of salvation -
But now, all is silent, save the mournful winds
That sweeps through your shattered heart.

What darkness, what cruelty, has cast a shadow upon this sacred place?
A sanctuary meant for healing, turned into the scene of devastation
Where the innocent and the ailing sought refuge from the storm
Only to be consumed by it - blown apart by the fury of man's violence
Blood soaks the floor where lives should have been saved
And the air, once filled with the sounds of healing
Now carries only the heavy breath of death.

Oh doctors, nurses, the brave souls who fought not with guns but with compassion
You have fallen, martyrs in your own right
Your tender care, silenced by the brutality that knows no boundaries.
You reach out to the wounded with hands of mercy
Only to be struck down with the very hands that bring war.
Your sacrifice will not be forgotten,
For you stood tall in the face of darkness, even as it consumed you.

Mothers cradled their children in your beds,
Eyes filled with fear but hearts clinging to the thread of hope -
Now they lie side by side, beneath the dust of broken walls.
Fathers wept beside them
And now their tears are swallowed by the earth
That has swallowed their kin.

Oh Gaza, your name bears witness to the depth of this tragedy
You were meant to be a refuge
A place where the suffering could find respite
But you became a battleground, where the sanctity of life was crushed
Beneath the cruel weight of war's relentless tide.

Oh humanity, where are you on this?
Where is your outcry for the slain, for the helpless whose only crime
Was to seek healing in a place that now cradles their remains?
The tragedy at each hospital is not just a tragedy of one place
But a wound upon a soul of all who value life, who cherish peace.

But even in ruins, the spirits of the fallen rise
Their blood calls out, not for revenge, but for justice
Not for more destruction, but for the end of it.
Their martyrdom is a cry, carried by the wind
A cry for a world where hospitals are sanctuaries
Where mercy can heal without fear
And where no more lives are shattered beneath the bombs.

Al-Shifa, Al-Aqsa, Al-Awda, Kamal Adwan, Nasser and few more,
You stand broken....
But the memory of your loss will fuel the hearts of the living
We will not forget, and in your name
We will carry forward the call
For an end to the senseless suffering that stained your walls
With innocent blood.