The Silent Cries of Gaza's Children

In the silence of the night, hear the cries of the small,
Tiny voices whispering through the darkness, their call.
Where is the world, in its grandeur and might?
While Gaza's children tremble in fright.

No food on the table, no medicine in sight,
Bombs raining down, turning day into night.
A mother’s last breath, a father’s dying plea,
Before the eyes of a child, what a tragedy to see.

Oh humanity, where have you gone?
In this theater of cruelty, what role have we drawn?
We are the silence, we are the shame,
Witnesses to the horror, yet we play the same game.

Rise, rise from your sleep!
Do you not hear the children weep?
If this was your home, your blood, your kin,
Would you not fight against this sin?

Empty cradles, broken toys on the floor,
The laughter is gone, they laugh no more.
Each day is a battle, each night a tear,
Living in a world where hope disappears.

The screams of a baby, too weak to cry,
As the bombs fall, they ask, "Why must we die?"
And yet we sit, in our comfort, in our ease,
While their world burns, and their cries we appease.

Oh humanity, where have you gone?
In this theater of cruelty, what role have we drawn?
We are the silence, we are the shame,
Witnesses to the horror, yet we play the same game.

Rise, rise from your sleep!
Do you not hear the children weep?
If this was your home, your blood, your kin,
Would you not fight against this sin?

Shame on the leaders who turn away,
Who watch as the innocent fall prey.
But shame too on us, for we do the same,
Silent accomplices in this bloody game.

So rise, oh hearts, from the depths of your night,
Stand up and speak out for what is right.
For the children of Gaza, for the pain they bear,
Let our silence end; let the world be fair.

We are humanity. We must reclaim,
The soul of the world, before it’s too late.