Voice of Palestine, 26/5/24
No heart can bear this ceaseless ache,
No soul withstand such desolation,
Rafah, where sorrow mirrors pain,
City of pride, of sacrifices made.
Hearts bleed the hue of twilight skies,
A massacre in crimson veins,
How many martyrs, beloved ones,
Rest beneath your mournful plains?
O sky, recall the children’s dreams,
Their laughter lost to endless night,
Rafah’s spirit, fierce and bright,
In every tear, in every fight.