Thousand of cries
Millions of why's
Trillion die.
There is flood
Full of blood
Everybody here sounds ready for death
GAZA-stage of death is always set.
Bombs pour in like rain
Yet no one complains about pain
Chirping of birds never they hear
Missiles have created such strong fear
Here children lose childhood
Youth lose fun
To complain there is none.
There is starvation
But no way to remove frustration
We can just pray for better and towards Allah write a pleading letter.
