We remember you oh little Hind,
we couldn't help and heard you die.
Your people killed infront of you,
trying to flee a genocide.

Those monsters killed the 6 of you,
we heard it in your shaken cry.
You waited to be rescued
with lifeless bodies lying nearby.

We all know they were scared of you,
understood it when your crying died.
355 bullets at a 6 years old,
no wonder they were terrified.

They killed you but you'll always live.
Hero for all, for me a sign.
The world will always remember you,
you are our little Palestine.

© saba