Wandering in the Streets of Gaza
In the midst of Gaza’s gritty streets,
Where sounds of war and fear competes,
Missiles, gunshots pierce the air,
Bringing hunger, sickness, and despair.
I speak both Arabic and Hebrew,
Yet violence is what I always knew,
Do I pray in Mosque, Synagogue, or Church?
Does it matter on Sabbath, or Sunday’s search?
Belief in life’s Giver, so divine,
Yet killing seems our daily sign.
Land, Faith, Monuments in our sight,
But do they separate or unite?
Let’s halt the violence, end the hate,
Embrace peace before it’s too late.
Stop the killings, cease destruction’s chore,
In unity, let’s find hope once more.
