The riven sky
Without light
Without clouds
Without stars
Is crying on this cruelty in Gaza
The smell of the bombs
And the dust of the rubble
And the screams of the orphans
Are writing in the Book Of Lamentations
Wake up Muslims Ummah
Wake up brothers and sisters
Or you will one day be ruefully killed like Gaza
Matloo Bokhari
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