Hospital in Gaza: A Struggle For Survival

FLAMES OF INHUMANITY

Oh, how the flames rose high
Tearing through the night sky with fury and hate
In the courtyard of the hospital
Where life was supposed to be tended with care -
Now, only ash remains
And the charred cries of those who met their end
In the inferno of cruelty.


What crime had they committed, these innocents?
The sick, the wounded, the weary souls seeking refuge.
What sin did they bear that merited such a hellish fate
They were not soldiers, they bore no arms
Yet the fire consume them without mercy
As thought their very existence was an offense to the world.

In the courtyard, where children clung to their mothers
Where fathers sheltered their families from the storm of war
The flames rose to devour
Turning the sanctuary of the helpless into a furnace of death
The heat, unbearable, seared through flesh and bones
And the air was thick with the smell of burning bodies
Of dreams reduced to cinders.

Oh Is-not-real, what rage, what madness
Could drive you to set the fire to the living
To ignite the helpless as though their lives
Nothing more than kindling for your wrath?
The world stood silent as the fire spread
And now, it is silent still,
As this embers of atrocity cool in the wind.

What have we become, when even the sick are targets
When those who cannot flee, who cannot fight
Are met with such unspeakable cruelty?
There is no justice in this
Only the unbearable truth that humanity has faltered once more.

The courtyard, once a place of respite from the bombs
Is now a graveyard, marked not by stones but by the shadows
Of those who are burned alive -
Whose final moments are not of peace
But of terror, heat, and suffocating smoke.
Their cries will forever haunt the ashes
For they were not just victims;
They were martyrs of the horror of war.

Oh mothers, fathers and children,
Your names will be remembered, also may be lost to history
But your suffering may remains etched in the hearts of those who bear witness
You have joined the long line of martyred,
Whose blood and pain cry out from this wounded land
But even in death, you are not forgotten -
Your memory burns brighter than the flames that took your lives.

Gazan's hospitals, now you stand more than a symbol of suffering
You are the monument to the cruelty that war breeds
But from the ashes of each massacres, may justice rise
May the flames of compassion burn hotter than the fire of hate
And may the world remember the burnt
Not just as casualties of a senseless war
But as the embodiment of all that must change
So that no courtyard, no hospitals, no soul
Is ever again consumed by such inhumanity.