In a sealed-off realm, where darkness prevails,
No electric glow, only night’s shadowy veils.
Beneath you, bombs whisper, their threat looming near,
Like beacons of pure light, deceive the sight,
Before thunderous cries reveal their murderous might,
A cruel occupation, instilling terror and
fear in the darkest depths of night.
By the door, your shoes await the frantic flight,
Should a neighbor’s home be consumed by the night.
In your hijab and prayer garments, you rest your head,
Each moment a gamble, you sleep with this dread.
For by morning’s light, lifeless you might be found,
In this world of defenselessness, fear knows no bounds.
Dawn and dusk, the turmoil, a relentless strife,
In this stark existence, where peace is but a life.
A poem of a life in shadows, living under siege,
Where courage and hope in the darkness besiege.
A reader’s world, once confined to fiction’s might,
Dystopian tales, where nightmares took flight.
But here, in this horror, that once seemed surreal,
The fiction’s cruel pages, now painfully real.
Imagined terrors, born from a writer’s pen,
In this cruel genocide, become life’s harsh yen.
A dystopian saga, now etched in their days,
As reality blurs in a merciless haze.
