Gaza

Haze of smoke
Covers the midst
As few more explosions
Start to rumble
The sirens are heard
In the background
As few more
windows turn to
Splinters
Silent shrieks
Remain unheard
As few more traces
Of innocence start
To suffer
Nights of mayhem
Exposes many shelters
Helpless hands
Clamber till
Last inches to
summon
but
Missionaries
of faiths
Remain apathetic
And find refuges
As crust of piety
Start to crumble
only unanswered
questions
flutter to
beckon reflection
Where is that
Hidden empathy
Where does
Resolutions
Find existence
As many pains
Become so
Humble
And have those
Ushering premiers
Appeased newer
Worlds
As many tragedies
Evoke little
Considerations
Turning

plain of Gaza into
Graves of many
Who has pledged?
Air of renaissance
thickening many
sufferings
who has learned
to abandon
vigil of terror?