A CRY FOR HUMANITY

A CRY FOR THE SHATTERED DOVE

Oh Gaza, cradle of tears, where shadows dwell,
Where the wounded earth bears witness to a tale none can tell.
The moon weeps silver streams upon the bleeding sand,
While children clutch the void, reaching for a vanished hand.
The sky is a canvas, painted with the smoke of despair,
As hope drifts like ashes, scattered through the air.
Once a land of olives, now a mournful dirge,
Where dreams dissolve in waves that forever surge.
What sin, what crime, what fate did thee condemn,
Oh Gaza, thy agony is humanity's requiem.

The dawn breaks in silence, a ghostly refrain,
Yet life stirs amidst the wreckage, defying the pain.
The mother's song is soft, yet her eyes betray,
A heart that beats for tomorrow's stolen away.
Among the rubble, the trees whisper low,
Of seasons past, and peace they used to know.
Each stone, each street, bears the scars of war's embrace,
But still, in the darkness, resilience's face.
How long must thy people carry this wretched weight?
Oh Gaza, thy plight is humanity's scarred estate.

Across the waters, the world averts its eyes,
Blind to the echo of thy anguished cries.
Yet thy story bleeds through the walls of indifference,
A reminder of a conscience lost in grim persistence.
Oceans of tears could not cleanse thy stained land,
Still, the dove circles, though it cannot stand.
From ancient ruins, a phoenix might rise,
But when will the world heed thy shattered skies?
Oh Gaza, thy torment haunts the sands of time,
A testament to the depths of mankind's crime.

The stars above, distant and cold,
Witness thy sorrow, a story retold.
What prayer, what plea, what light can break through,
The darkness that binds thee, the grief that is true?
Will justice awaken, or will it sleep forevermore,
Leaving thee stranded on despair's endless shore?
In thee, Gaza, lies the heart of a shattered earth,
Where life still struggles to claim it's worth.
Oh Gaza, thy tears are humanity's own,
A mirror of the seeds of suffering we've sown.

So I cry for thee, Gaza, thy pain and thy strife,
For thy enduring spirit and unyielding life.
May the winds carry whispers of solace and grace,
To heal the wounds on thy weary face.
May the world's deaf heart finally hear thy plea,
And answer with mercy, to set thee free.
But until that day, thy lament shall resound,
A song of endurance, where love is found.
Oh Gaza, thy cry is humanity's last chance,
To reclaim its soul, to break war's trance.