Gaza.

Listen, all you children of hate,

drenching the land with a flood of tears,

covering glowing ash with a crust of blood.

Houses you crush, humans you grind,

brothers you maim, children you explode.

Your belief is in the art of destruction,

your art is in the cruel horror of killing,

your festivity is a cannibal carnaval.

You do things in the name of God,

but are not worth to speak Its name,

you cannot earn heaven by creating hell.

Is it the peace of your holy books

creating the rotting meat and its bad smell?

I stand here bleeding and shout at a dark cloud,

ready to curse each and every one of your names,

but then in deepest sadness I can only say:

forgive them, they do not know what they are doing!