Wednesday, May 8, 2024

In Rafah's streets, the tanks now roam,
Tensions rise in this war-torn home.
Will peace prevail or will it crack,
As Gazans fear another attack?

In Cairo, talks of cease-fire ignite,
While Israeli tanks disrupt the night.
A million souls displaced in dread,
Praying for safety, fearing the red.

In Rafah's skies, the stars dim low,
As violence threatens to overflow.
Will diplomacy find its way,
Or will conflict lead the day?

Oh, Gaza, besieged and worn,
In the shadows of tanks, torn.
May peace descend like a gentle dove,
And wrap you in its endless love.