In Gaza's dust, where shadows dance in pain,
A tale unfolds, a cycle never ceased;
A brutal song of strife, a sad refrain.
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Along the Strip, where sorrows never wane,
Echoes of conflict, voices unreleased,
In Gaza's dust, where shadows dance in pain.
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Through tear-streaked skies, the cries of loss sustain
A tragic script, by hate and fear increased;
A brutal song of strife, a sad refrain.
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In rubbled streets, hope struggles to remain.
A ceaseless battle mars the Middle-East,
In Gaza's dust, where shadows dance in pain.
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Two sides entwined in anger and disdain.
The price of peace, a cost that's never leased;
A brutal song of strife, a sad refrain.
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The world looks on, how can this be again?
Yet history repeats, for those deceased.
In Gaza's dust, where shadows dance in pain,
A brutal song of strife, a sad refrain.
About the Creator
MT
MT lives in Vancouver, BC. He played baseball and earned an English degree at Macalester College and studied law at Queen's University.
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
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