The Gaza Requiem

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From shattered homes where dust alone now thrives,

A hunger gnaws, a silent, burning fire.

No childish laughter, just the hollow lives

Of bellies bloated, fueled by bleak desire.

The biting pangs, a torture deep within,

As tiny hands reach out for phantom bread,

While hope’s last ember flickers, thin and grim,

And whispered prayers are all that can be said.

When flour’s gleam lures desperate, starving souls,

And soldiers’ bullets answer cries for grace,

What victory is this, as horror rolls,

And nations watch, yet turn away their face?

Let France’s courage be a guiding star,

And God behold this unforgivable scar.

The Sonnet was written, now the shame amasses