Day turns to night, night turns to day, <br />A strip of land immersed in fire, <br />Deaf god will never hear you pray, <br />Today is black, the future’s dire. <br /> <br />War tourists quietly watch you die, <br />A fabulous, fantastic view! <br />The politicians, as always, lie, <br />And no one cares about you! <br /> <br />The same old story, nothing new: <br />War mongers earn by making war; <br />And hatred only is left for you: <br />You, dream no more and hope no more. <br /> <br />Once you grow up you’ll wear the brand <br />Of a terrorist, so you’ll be called <br />To be bombed again in a piece of land <br />Forgotten and betrayed by all!<br /><br />Ruslan Kerimov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-child-of-gaza-strip/
