When Gaza Will Be Free From The Curse Of Any Wars Poem by Sando Hussam

In days of old, when heroes bold did stride,
A land of promise, where hope did reside,
Gaza, sweet Gaza, once a haven of delight,
Now scarred by strife, its people plagued by night.

The scent of blood and smoke does fill the air,
As armies clash, and bombs do tear apart,
The cries of children echo through the streets,
Their innocence lost in endless heat.

But still we dream, of peaceful skies,
When Gaza shall be free from cursed wars,
When justice shall reign, and all shall see,
That love is mightier than any sword or law.