The tide of resistance

The skies are not spectacular, for the missiles are relentless.
Unending fear rises in their minds— There is nowhere left to go.

The weather is not splendid. Gigantic malls and magnificent mountains are shattered.
Fanatics attack the faithful. Children and parents are in deep despair.

We can see the catastrophe flooding in— A land of missiles and bombs.
They try to escape the explosions, but the strikes fall directly upon their heads.

They looked for a noble guardian, but found only fervent enemies.
They called out a resounding name— They are called HAMAS.

Hamas looks out for the people, while the people are buried by Israel.
The world awaits a future: Populations returning to their ancestors’ land to the drums of martyrdom.

The children are wrapped in shrouds.
They knew nothing of this.
They could not defend themselves.
They didn’t even know why they died.