Stolen Futures

the task was about futures,but how selfish it seemsto ignore thousands of stolen futuresand focus on my hopes and dreams.futures obscured by the cloud of smokethat cloud of smoke whichfollowed the strikestheir dreams were silenced by the sound of bombssniffles, tears and prayersreplacing lullabiesborn into the dust and rubble of conflict,that conflict which seems to never endtheir childhoods were taken within minuteshope - a fleeting emotion, an intermittent friend.the place they call home,their playground also gone.taken within minutes,gone because of that bomb.pitch black nightsbrightened by the fiery skies,instead of fireworks for the children,gunfire and air strikes."we stand with israel”believe me, your stance is clear.hypocrisy, double standards,and a near century of fear.i stand with innocent israelisi stand with palestine,my stand is with gazavalues of fairness and justice shall always be mine.what about the children?a million childhood dreams.not even nightmares anymoretons of rubble muffling their screams.real people, not numbersnot empty shells with no soulsa people with futures,people like us, people with goals.future doctors, scientists, artists,to-be mothers and fathersto-bebut those futures are nowburied,for monsters in rage choose not to see.monsters is a strong, vile wordbut it’s the word i want to use.because only monsters can carry carnage,mercy and kindness they refuse.