Sunset Over Gaza

O, sun sinking low over Gaza's torn land,
You leave us here draped in shadows, a mourning band.
Your warmth slips away, as if it too cannot bear,
To witness the sorrow that fills this thickened air.

Golden light fades on rubble-strewn shores,
Where laughter once echoed, it echoes no more.
Children's voices, now whispers lost in the dusk,
And dreams, once alive, have turned into dust.

O, sunset's red fire, do you know our pain?
Do you see this place scarred by loss and by shame?
Or are you just light, retreating from sight,
Leaving us bound to an endless night?

The sea wears the sky's dimming hue like a shroud,
As though it, too, mourns and cannot be proud.
A lullaby of waves for lives laid to rest,
Cradled in silence, their suffering confessed.

Tomorrow, O sun, rise bright and rise strong,
Shine hope where it's needed, in hearts that are wronged.
For when daybreak comes, may peace find a way,
And the sunset of sorrow see dawn's gentle sway.