The true cries of war

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From early in the morning

Till late at night

There are bullets flying

Bombs falling

Babies crying

People running

Soldiers chasing

Yet no one comes

To our rescue

I was throwing stone

At their heads

But when they caught me

Them chopped off my arms

                                                     

Help us,                                    

Please, help us                          

These were calls

Of an orphan child

That was never heard

The sound of war

Echoes in Gaza

and in Palestine

So lets try and help those in need

For babies blood flow

Through their streets

Lets use our wealth

To help them

Through this difficult time

And when we need help

They might be able to

Give us a lending hand

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