Gaza

When you dare to enter My Heaven 
Time never stopped after age seven 
I have grown up into prophetic status 
Where my face is hidden in light but my beauty like the latest
Trend 
I always pretend 
By the word I spill on the truth 
There is no room for the truth 
When I am the truth 

The love is running out 
Into war, death and killing 
What does love mean to you 
Dear reader you
When they kill medical staff in Gaza it’s hell 
Stories almost no one dares to tell 
When I should be there, but am here 
Dying in this atmosphere 
I wake up every morning when I have another task:
“Investigate love, investigate hate, investigate”
When the love is running out 
I take my mission seriously and scream it out loud: 
WHERE THERE ARE CHILDREN OR THE ELDERLY THERE IS NO DOUBT 
THERE IS LOVE, THERE IS LOVE, THERE IS LOVE
It’s written all over me when they cross me 
And smile 

Nadiya