When She Died

In The Streets Of Gaza

In streets flooded with blood

Living are mourning the dead

Among the crowd, there lies,

A dead woman, bathed red

Beside her, a child is weeping

Wondering why his mom is sleeping??

Why is she not waking up??

In another street, a young boy

is telling his sister not to cry

His wounds will heal, he says

But they both know he will die

For, his wounds are too deep

Alas, he will too soon sleep

And his sister will wonder

Why is he not waking up???

And an old couple is digging

Alas, a grave for their only son

His face still has a brave smile

Which by death, wasn't undone

His face looks so peaceful

That it seems he is sleeping

And his parents wonder

Why is he not waking up???

Today, people in Gaza wonder,

Why rest of the world is sleeping??

And why is it not waking up??

Are you awake?