Voice of Palestine, 27/05/24
Who shelters the frightened with mere tents,
Against missiles of death so cruel?
Who builds a refuge for families,
From a fate they can’t outrule?
Their home in rubble, hope in flight,
In falsely safe Rafah, they sought peace,
They set up a tent, slept through the night,
But never saw the dawn release.
The tent, a grave where dreams were stilled,
A fragile shield that couldn’t save,
In silence now, their story’s told,
Of lives erased, of hopes betrayed.