Maia Padua

(Virgo / City of Gentle People)

VOICE of the INNOCENTS (gaza strip)

Ghastly looks...
Teary eyes...
Hopeless face
Little hands reaching for peace....
Troubled eyes craving for love...

Missiles roaring above...
Roaring like thunder in the sky...
Torturing children's little minds
Little minds, young enough to understand...
What's going on in the land...

Their little eyes seeking
Their young thoughts asking
Who's to blame...?
Do they fight for them
Or simply just for their fame?

What's the use of their fight?
For the innocents dark future,
Crippling the silky sweet soul of the young...
Or burying their dreams along with history?

Ruins, lifeless bodies scattered everywhere
Children innocently calling their lost moms
Women's endless cries, hopeless sigh
Their voices echo like owl howling at night....
Is this the good fruit of the fight?

Oh, God...we do pray
For these many innocent souls
Carry them in your loving arms
Ease their pain, wipe up their tears...
Give them hope, the pain they could bear

Oh, God...we do pray
For those lovers of war, soul's astray
Softens their ruthless heart....
Enlighten their wicked minds...
To live according to your will...
And put this endless war to end...

God, please hear the voice of the innocents
With your great mercy, do heal every land, please...


Submitted: Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, October 11, 2011

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