By Dr Lokman Khan
Do you know the pain when all is lost,
When family ties unravel, torn and tossed?
A home once warm, now echoes empty cries,
And a motherland slips through desperate eyes.
Feel the horror etched in children’s gaze,
As bombs rain down, shattering their days.
Mothers weep, hearts pierced by bullets’ sting,
Their babies’ innocence lost to war’s cruel swing.
The pain, relentless, excruciate their souls,
Lives shattered, dreams crushed, as chaos unfolds.
In this world of strife, where hope seems frail,
The agony persists, an unyielding gale.
Yet some dwell in dreamlands, cozy and serene,
Shielded from the anguish that others have seen.
But if empathy stirs within your core,
Consider the people of Palestine, their struggle sore.
And let not borders divide our shared humanity,
For goodness resides in both sides, you see.
Guns, mere tools, lie silent until wielded by hand,
It’s people who choose—whether to heal or harm the land.
26 April 2024
LK INNOVATE 
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