Gaza

I saw a dead girl today Her nails were painted magenta How long ago, it's hard to say I've been finding it hard to forget her I see their faces everywhere I go In every face of every child Sometimes even my own In explosions and distorted tears I see even unrecognizable faces Emaciated kids death lingers near With a yellow tint their skin traces Purple babies in their rainbow pajamas Once shielding them from the cold Now bloodied from blunt traumas People turn their heads, it's now old Blackened eyes, a hardened expression Colorless children Inside a bloody depression