Blood Stained Silence

To the world so ruthless, so cold, so grim, Where the light of justice grows faint and dim, To the cries of children, the unheard plea, To the wounds of Gaza, where none intervene. To the hands of destruction, blood-stained, unkind, To the hearts that oppress with a silenced mind, The pain you sow will not stay one-sided, For truth stands firm, though the world seems divided. Answer the tears of the orphans who mourn, The wails of the widows, their lives torn, Face the might of the martyrs, their spirits aflame, For their sacrifices will not die in vain. Their resistance echoes through valleys and skies, A promise that truth and justice will rise. The day will dawn when the tables will turn, When the oppressed will rise, and justice will burn. The world will watch as you bow in shame, Kneeling before those who’ve borne your blame. It’s you who must change, the cycle must cease, End the thirst for blood; let the innocent know peace. From the rivers to the seas, let freedom ring, Let Palestine rise, let liberation bring, An end to the suffering, an end to the cries, For the hope of the just will never die.