I wish

I wish:

‍

I wish.

‍

Wish I wasn’t here.

‍

Wish I was somewhere else.

‍

Where I didn’t have to hear the bombs.

‍

Hear the cries.

‍

Hear the screams.

‍

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

‍

Or my brother.

‍

Or my mom.

‍

I had a good life.

‍

A school.

‍

A home.

‍

Friends.

‍

Family.

‍

A purpose.

‍

I wanted to be a doctor.

‍

Or firefighter.

‍

Or teacher.

‍

But they said no.

Zionists took that away from me.

‍

Not just me but everyone.

‍

Every one of my people.

‍

I don’t think it can get worse.

‍

Then it does.

‍

How much do they have to kill?

‍

How much do they have to murder?

Why does no one care?

Why are Western governments supporting this?

‍

I am not Hamas.

‍

I have never been Hamas.

‍

I’m just a kid.

‍

Just a kid with dreams.

‍

With goals.

‍

With ideas.

‍

I want to see the world one day.

‍

But I can’t.

‍

The Zionists won’t let me.

They won’t let me move.

‍

They won’t let me eat.

‍

They won’t let me go to school.

‍

They won’t let me learn.

‍

They won’t let me get medicine.

‍

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

‍

They won’t let me play.

‍

They won’t let me do anything.

‍

I have nothing.

‍

Nothing left.

‍

Do people care?

‍

Will people listen?

‍

Do people understand what is happening to me?

‍

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

‍

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

‍

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

‍

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

‍

One day this will all be over.

‍

The world will see what the Zionists have done.

‍

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

‍

I wish.

‍