CHILDREN OF GAZA

In Gaza, the stars have fallen...

Not from the sky

But from rooftops turned to rubble,

Where lullabies are now… lullabies of goodbye.

Tiny hands once held crayons bright,

Now reach through dust, through endless night.

A brother gone beneath the sand,

Too young to grieve, too small to understand.

Eyes meant for wonder, filled with smoke,

Hearts too heavy for words we spoke.

They learn the names of loss, not love,

They know drones more than a mourning dove.

Let them live, not just survive...

Let them breathe beneath a peaceful sky.

Let their dreams rise, let laughter begin

Let Gaza’s children be children again.

They build from ruins, not from joy,

Their sandbox—shrapnel, not a toy.

Their footsteps fall on ashes grey,

Learning to walk where hope decays.

Before they run, they hide and pray,

Before they sing, they’re taught to stay

silent in fear

yet somehow brave.

Smiles like flowers on shallow graves.

Let them live, not just survive...

Let them dream with fire in their eyes.

They’re not shadows on your screen

They are souls with shattered dreams.

Let Gaza’s children be children again.

Still

In their silence, there’s a scream

That whisperslouder than any regime.

In their smiles, a kind of fight

The world can’t dim, no matter the night.

O world… don’t look away.

Don’t scroll past their truth today.

They are more than a number, more than a name

Each breath they take cries out for change.

Let them live, not just survive.

Give them songs instead of sirens in the night.

Let them run, let them play,

Let the sky above them stay.

They deserve a world that mends

Let Gaza’s children be children again.

Let them be…

Let them be…

Children again.