Gaza!
It is deserted,
From the river to the sea.
The mother who rocked,
The dead baby,
Is frozen like a rock,
Seeing the dead and,
Mutilitated corpses,
Of innocent babies.
One who would console,
And comfort her,
Is nowhere around seen.
She's all alone!
Gaza,
It is deserted,
Sparrows and nightingales,
Risk to come out,
And sing in groves and trees,
Their woeful tragedies,
But, one who would listen,
To their tweets and chirping
Is all alone,
Gaza,
It is deserted
All flesh is sad you see.
All souls are weeping,
And mourning genocide,
But one who would hug them,
Who would shout to the killer:
Stop the genocide! Stop!
Is all alone!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem