I always thought heroes wore big cloaks
Go out to fight bad guys
Seek justice
And everything ends in happily ever after
Instead, I see through the screens, people in blue vests
Running around the streets
Revealing their neighbours' distraught
And their enemies' hidden faults
Despite their need for destruction
Nurses working day and night
Tending to injuries
Without electricity
Babies born without anaesthesia
Even when tired, they still don't give up
Finally, the civilians,
Every day, they grew up in war
Watching and witnessing
From homes stolen and destroyed,
To loved ones martyred
Even still, they are brave ones
Never gave up,
Never surrendered to the odds
Never let their faith down
Because no matter what, they knew death isn't the end
The Almighty is with them
Giving them better than anything in this life
After all, this life is a test
And in the end, freedom will come
And that's why they are the true heroes
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Thoughts and Words for Palestine
PoetryJust some collection of poems and things running through my head when I think of what's happening in Gaza. Just thought it'd be a good idea to speak up and spread the truth on what's happening.
