If my words could make a difference,
then I would write only for Gaza’s sake.
And if my voice could tear the distance,
then I would shout to make the dead awake.
If I could write and the poem becomes an armor
to shield the space above the children’s heads,
I would have written a thousand times more
preventing missiles from touching their peaceful beds.
If I could win the public ears,
I would then speak unveiling the truth
which has been covered over the years
I would then tell who are the Jews,
and who is the innocent murderer
who hides his face behind a lie;
he is the villain slanderer
who turns the facts to mystify
And I would tell whose land it is;
who are the owners and the passers by,
who dug the earth to find evidences,
yet the holy soil refused to lie
The coyotes came to rape our land
chasing every human trace
if they escaped the defending hand,
can they escape the Gad's Face???
For Gaza’s Sake 
