How many must fall, their dreams turned to dust,
Before your hearts awaken from apathy’s crust?
In Rafah, where innocence should freely roam,
Children's laughter is silenced; they find no home.

Flames devour the night, a ruthless plight,
Innocence caught in a deadly fright.
How many lives, bright futures torn apart,
Before compassion kindles in every heart?

Mothers weep for the children they can’t save,
Small souls laid too soon in an early grave.
How many cries must echo through the air,
Before the world answers with a collective care?
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