The Cradle of Strife

Title: The Cradle of Strife

In the cradle of strife, a land of pain and tears,
Where shadows dance upon a war-torn stage,
Israel expands its fight on refugee camp terrains,
While anguish weeps and hope retreats in rage.

Caught between the clash of powers, blood stains the sand,
As innocence falls beneath the relentless rain of fire,
Families shattered, dreams reduced to ruins, hearts demand,
A glimmer of peace in a world masked by ire.

Yet amidst the chaos, there’s a flicker of light,
The resilience of souls refusing to succumb to despair,
Seeking solace in the unity that can make wrongs right,
Praying for a future where compassion, not hatred, repairs.

The nights may be restless, the days filled with dread,
But humanity’s flame remains ablaze, steadfast and bold,
Through the ashes of sorrow, a whisper of hope widely spread,
A testament to the strength of spirits, untamed and untold.

Israel, Gaza, war, refugee camps, pain, hope