Rafah in the Eyes of God

The eyes of God are bleeding,
bleeding,
bleeding,
bleeding,
bleeding with the tears of Rafah.

The sky has seen the fire below
and buckles,
trembling from the weight
of one hundred white shrouds
soaked in red
and dust
and tears.

In the windless night,
a mother kisses what is left of her child.

Toward a burning hospital,
shattered brother carries
shattered brother,
a prayer racing in his heart:
let me not be the last of my family,
let me not be the last…

Rafah is in the heart of God
and the eyes of God are bleeding.

Rafah is in the hearts of men
and still my country is silent.