Child to God in Gaza
Oh God…please protect my life
For human wickedness is rife
I am too young to die
Phosphorus raining from the sky
Causing my flesh and skin to fry
Then an Israeli lie or a sly
And another news spin
Oh my God where did I sin?
In a large Gaza pen
Exposed heart and skin
There is no place to run
From bombs, rain or sun
Young, old, sisters and brothers
Fathers, babies and mothers
We want to live like all others
But it was in a clear December day*
Children having fun and play
When death came with no delay
Concealed in an Israeli phosphorus spray
In all colors and rays
Turning the blue sky into gray
I hide in my mother’s arm
To shield me from Israeli harm
Overtaking by fear
Yet, her timid smile heals my tear
To live another day, another month, another year
Oh Israel! I promise to be your nightmare
For the story of my torment I’ll share
And victory will bloom out of my despair!
* During Israeli war on Gaza Dec 08/Jan 09
The Child below "Farah" post treatment in California, is the same toddler above, with the phosphorus burns. She was being rescued after her home was bombed by Israeli phosphorus shells where Farah lost several of her family members.