Photos of children who died in GAZA

News from a distant world stirs my heart.
The pain of someone I've never met drifts to me like the wind.
Each time, I think-I have to do something.

But life sweeps me along,
and before I know it, another morning has come, just the same.
No strength left to reach out,
only enough to protect my small, fragile world.

The weight of helplessness presses on my chest,
and I grow tired of myself again.
Yet somewhere deep inside, a faint light remains-
the quiet wish to still do something.

So I hold that frustration close,
and keep living my ordinary life today.
One small step at a time,
believing that, somehow, I'm still connected to the world.