Beneath The Smoke

Photo by Corina Rainer on Unsplash

Buildings collapse into rubble. Homes disappear in a moment, taking all memories with them.

Children cry, not because they are weak, but because fear has become part of their childhood.

Amid the smoke of the bombs, mothers run with children in their arms, not knowing where safety still exists.

Orphaned children wander, searching for someone who will call them family again.

Nothing to eat. Nothing to drink. Nothing left to survive on.

The injured wait in silence, their pain louder than the explosions.

Everything they built, everything they loved, everything they dreamed of has gone, forever.

And the world keeps moving, while Palestine waits for peace that never seems to arrive.