The poem highlights the loss of childhood dreams in Gaza due to the war, portraying the children’s resilience, and the world’s indifference. It calls for global action to protect these young lives and their future.

The children of Gaza no longer have dreams
Instead it lies under the rubble, their homes torn at the seams
Piled upon rocks and shrouded in white sheets
Hidden in black tar that covers their streets

The children of Gaza can no longer play
Instead they sit idly, with nothing to say
Their faces plagued with grief and dismay

The children of Gaza no longer have fear
What child waits for death to come near?
And no longer waits for help to interfere?

If only the world could see their brilliance
Instead they fight to prove their innocence
What about those who stand with ambivalence?
What part of a child dying demands indifference?

And when time passes, what will they say?
They’ll rewrite history, they’ll have their own day

Process

Hearing about what’s been going on in Gaza these past few weeks have made me angry and incredibly upset. I was inspired to write this poem after seeing the amount of pain and suffering the people in Gaza are going through–especially the children. I wrote this poem to highlight the resilience of these children.