GAZA:

What hath suffered change
No milk comes, frothing
The bruised breast, now
To gulp down the gut
Of torn baby faces;
Torn with shelling bombs
And, Tanks shooting iron strong

Pain upon pain
Death upon death
Scathing the rotten remains
You come like ghost
To my fearful present
And, take a flesh, out
To relish your bloody mouth

All vows of believes
Shattered my faith
No rosary count
Gather Holy Spirit, no
Chanting Hymn belie
The Devil in all human heart
Peace, Peace and Peace!