Behind barbed-wire fences, the children of Gaza still reach for flight,
each day dancing upon the tightrope that the empire cruelly shakes,
wide eyes watching Heaven through noxious clouds of white.
They lick their chapped lips, choking on the dust of ravaged walls,
each day starving while the soldiers feast on all the empire takes,
wide eyes watching Heaven for the day the ceiling falls.
Watching Heaven
