Can You Hear Gaza Crying?

A poem for Palestine.

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Standing on their balconies,

They look out at the horizon

Dreaming of the sunset from across the border

They look up at the moon

Hoping that their family abroad is also watching it

Hoping for freedom

And their opportunity to explore the world

Dreams of traveling abroad,

Of graduating from school,

Of spending holidays with family

The fresh smell of bread in the oven

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Summer days spent playing outside

Winter nights spent cuddled up in bed

Now buried underneath the rubble

Of what they once called home

Crying out for someone to hear their plight

Their voices in absolute silence

Their dreams have turned into prayers

Their balconies no longer exist

The horizon is red and smoky

And with their last breath,

They look up and see darkness

No longer interested in exploring a world that

stays silent when they cry