GHAZA

Sky full of dust and fire instead of stars,
lovely songs of children has vanished among the thunder of planes,
The city that was full of people and smiles,
Now turn to ashes and fire,
The colour of sky and earth is red- red as setting moon,
The sweet memories of childhood has been taken over by nightmares of blood and fire,
They shoot a boy infront of me,
I watched him as he turned to lifeless statue,
All i could do was stand still and sigh,
I watched their homes get burned,
All i could do was cry,

I don't want to stand still as silent sufferer,
I want to raise my voice loud,
To tell the world,
Look at them,
The bravest and the purest of all,
Who never bow before the tyrant,
Who fight till the last of their breath,
They have lost each and every thing but not their will to fight,

Morning will come again,
Children will sing again ,
Peace will come again,
but how long,
How long,
you have to pay its price.....