So this is peace,
Missiles bombing clouds of grey
Monsters claiming they are preys
And frightened victims with no
Place to stay,
So this is war,
Victims stumbling with no time
To fall, someone to call, or a loved
One to hold, yet teaching the world
What it's like to be bold,
So this is Palestine
The land of the martyrs, dreams,
And children who are barely given
The chance to live and breathe,
So this is heartbreak,
Innocents trying to shelter and
From war take a break, but
Injustice hinders and the voice
Of peace faintly renders,
So this is rebirth,
Of generations thirsty for change
Love, and a life filled with untainted faith
So this is October in a new frame,
Pained hearts done with the pain,
Courageous souls with lion hearts
That cannot be tamed,
So this is the "impossible",
Dressed in "possible",
Crossing the "uncrossable",
And giving us a new version
Of Mission Impossible,
Take a moment and read,
They were never numbers,
They had names, they were
Never unrecognized victims,
Each had a face,
Call the numbers, call the names,
They had faces, dreams of
Going places, but are now
Martyrs of missing traces
