I wish:

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I wish.

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Wish I wasn’t here.

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Wish I was somewhere else.

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Where I didn’t have to hear the bombs.

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Hear the cries.

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Hear the screams.

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I wish I didn’t see my cousin die in front of me.

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Or my brother.

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Or my mom.

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I had a good life.

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A school.

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A home.

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Friends.

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Family.

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A purpose.

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I wanted to be a doctor.

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Or firefighter.

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Or teacher.

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But they said no.

Zionists took that away from me.

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Not just me but everyone.

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Every one of my people.

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I don’t think it can get worse.

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Then it does.

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How much do they have to kill?

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How much do they have to murder?

Why does no one care?

Why are Western governments supporting this?

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I am not Hamas.

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I have never been Hamas.

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I’m just a kid.

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Just a kid with dreams.

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With goals.

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With ideas.

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I want to see the world one day.

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But I can’t.

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The Zionists won’t let me.

They won’t let me move.

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They won’t let me eat.

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They won’t let me go to school.

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They won’t let me learn.

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They won’t let me get medicine.

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They won’t let me grow old with my family.

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They won’t let me play.

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They won’t let me do anything.

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I have nothing.

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Nothing left.

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Do people care?

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Will people listen?

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Do people understand what is happening to me?

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If they do, why aren’t they doing anything about it?

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How many more of my friends need to be murdered to see what’s happening?

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How many more of my family members need to be murdered?

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How many more teachers, doctors, journalists and aid workers need to be killed in cold blood for people to notice?

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One day this will all be over.

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The world will see what the Zionists have done.

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I just wish they could’ve seen it while I was here.

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I wish.

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