25/12/2024
2 For Ghazza: 1. Broken heart,
Torn apart,
nowhere to run,
life is hard!
No more tears,
just fears,
cries fall
on deaf Mans' ears.
Can't smile,
Has been a while,
do not want,
to reconcile.
All alone,
broken bone(s),
the memory of a sun
that once shone.
Depression,
Inflation,
deprived,
nation.
No place for culture,
Uniformity a vulture,
devouring its pray,
man, an emotionless sculpture
Cries from the soul,
start to lose control
can't handle anymore
of wars without a goal.
Blood shed,
Kids without a bed,
sleep on the floor,
The killer; without regret.
Pain, who to blame,
shame, who's game
wild, who will tame
faceless, yet a name
life, never the same
Ya Rabb, you: my aim, you my name, you my word, yours I have heard, on my knees, begging you please, HELP!
2.
O Gaza, cradle of sorrow and flame,
A land carved deep with scars of shame.
Children’s laughter, now whispers in dust,
Dreams shattered, broken, left to rust.
Your skies once kissed by a golden sun,
Now bleed red as the battles are won.
Not by justice, nor mercy’s hand,
But by greed that poisons your sand.
Walls confine your aching breath,
A silent witness to life and death.
Mothers weep where hope once grew,
Fathers crumble, with nothing to do.
The sea sighs softly against your shore,
Its waves reflect tears of the poor.
A song of despair, a hymn of pain,
Echoes of loss in a ceaseless refrain.
What sin so grave have you borne,
To be cradled in hatred, battered and torn?
The world turns blind, its heart turned stone,
And leaves you to grieve, to suffer alone.
O Gaza, your cries haunt the night,
A plea for justice, for truth, for light.
But silence drowns the calls of the meek,
And power silences those who speak.
Still, your spirit refuses to die,
Beneath the ash, your hopes still lie.
For every tear that carves your face,
A seed of resilience takes its place.
So hold fast, O land of the brave,
Even when storms the strongest cave.
Though shadows loom and times are grim,
The sun will rise beyond the rim.
Sulayman Van Ael
