In Gaza's streets where children play,
Amidst the ruins, they find their way.
Their laughter mingles with the cries,
Of those who mourn beneath the skies.
In Palestine, where shadows loom,
Children's dreams meet a darkened gloom.
Their innocence shattered by the strife,
As they navigate a fragile life.
Beneath the olive trees, they weep,
For promises lost, buried deep.
Their playgrounds scarred by endless pain,
Yet hope persists through tears like rain.
In Gaza's heart, where love still thrives,
Despite the bombs, their spirit thrives.
Their resilience a beacon bright,
In the darkest hours of the night.
O Palestine, land of ancient grace,
Your children yearn for a peaceful place.
May the world hear their silent plea,
And grant them peace and liberty.
