Torn Skies

Title: Torn Skies

In whispered halls where shadows dwell,
A tale unfolds, a story to tell.
Blinken’s voice, a fragile thread,
Divisions rise, echoes of dread.

From distant lands, a plea, a cry,
As Gaza’s plight reaches the sky.
Voices clash, opinions soar,
The path unclear, resolutions tore.

In corridors of power and might,
The struggle intensifies, day and night.
With word and gesture, hopes arise,
Yet shattered dreams still fill our eyes.

A delicate dance, a fragile art,
Seeks to heal the rifts that tear us apart.
But amidst the chaos, flickers ignite,
A glimmer of hope, a chance to unite.

From broken streets to homes that weep,
In the midst of despair, faith runs deep.
For peace, we pray, for solace we yearn,
With each blink, a lesson we’re meant to learn.

As twilight falls on this troubled land,
May understanding and compassion withstand.
Let humanity’s light guide our way,
And bring an end to this endless fray.