Screams from the rubble

Doesn’t the cries from Gaza make you fear?
The call from heaven is truly near.

Painting the streets red with blood,
drenching pathways in a scarlet flood.

Doesn’t your heart drown in sorrow?
Isn’t your soul in grief, in endless borrow?

Will you still be quiet?
The children are only longing for a peaceful night.

Do you still wear the title “Human”?
When you remain silent in the face of oppression.

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