Poems from Gaza
I am Gaza, bleeding flame, alive My blood has carved the truth to thrive
This line presents Gaza as wounded but powerful. The pain is persistent, but it creates meaning, asserting that the blood has a voice.
I do not beg for life in chains For dignity within me reigns
Gaza refuses to live in submission. Dignity is more important than mere survival.
They sealed my borders, caged my breath Who dares to grant my killer death?
This references the blockade. The lines challenge the morality of collective punishment.
They stole the mirage from my eyes Yet still I crawl where hope now lies
Even illusions are gone, but hope still pulls Gaza forward.
A child who clutches stone and sand Makes cities weep and silence stand
A haunting image of a child’s defiance with basic means. His courage shames the world into stillness.
Who says our cries dissolve in air? We’re fire—echoed everywhere
A rejection of erasure. The voices of Gaza are flames, loud and inextinguishable.
Truth, when it’s buried, dares to rise Above the swords and scripted lies
The truth has resilience and cannot be silenced by violence or lies.
I wrote my verses in their wall With blood and grief— I voiced it all
The poet uses suffering to claim space and voice, making pain visible through poetry.
