LET GAZA LIVE
LET GAZA LIVE
By Dr. Bilal Ahmad Bhat, Philanthropist & Political Leader
The sky is bleeding.
The streets are crying.
The earth shakes beneath the weight of dying.
Children’s laughter is buried in dust,
As dreams collapse beneath bombs’ thrust.
Gaza—your name is whispered in pain,
Echoing through every street, every vein.
Walls crumble, hearts shatter,
And the world watches, as if it does not matter.
But I will not be silent.
I will not turn away.
I will shout until the mountains sway—
LET GAZA LIVE!
This is not politics; this is humanity.
This is not strategy; this is morality.
No treaty, no border, no throne,
Can justify the breaking of bones,
The orphan’s wail, the mother’s scream,
The burning away of every dream.
You call it war.
I call it slaughter.
You call it defense.
I call it the killing of sons and daughters.
I have walked through the rubble.
I have seen the fear in the eyes of the young.
I have felt the grip of a child’s trembling hand,
As they ask why the world has abandoned them.
And I answer:
Because too many have traded truth for comfort,
Justice for silence,
And peace for power.
But not me.
Not now.
Not ever.
From the deserts of Arabia to the snows of the North,
From the rivers of Africa to the streets of New York—
I call to the world:
Stand up. Speak out. Tear down the walls of apathy.
LET GAZA LIVE!
We cannot build peace on graves.
We cannot claim victory over ashes.
We cannot call ourselves civilized
While bombing the cradle of children.
History will remember who stood,
And who turned their backs.
It will write our names in stone—
Either as defenders of life
Or as accomplices to its destruction.
So let my name be known:
Dr. Bilal Ahmad Bhat,
Philanthropist. Political leader.
Servant of the voiceless.
Warrior for the truth.
And I stand here, unshaken,
With the fire of justice in my chest,
With the blood of the innocent on my hands—not by guilt,
But by the burden of responsibility to protect them.
Every rocket that falls tears at our shared humanity.
Every blockade suffocates not just Gaza, but our collective soul.
Every silence is a bullet fired at hope.
The time for speeches is over.
The time for action is now.
Humanity demands it.
Faith commands it.
History will judge it.
LET GAZA LIVE!
Not tomorrow.
Not after another ceasefire breaks.
Not after another child is buried.
But now—
While hearts still beat,
While hope still flickers,
While justice still dares to breathe.
I will fight with words, with aid, with truth.
I will march through every capital,
Shake every leader’s hand and demand,
That this river of blood be dammed,
That this endless night be lifted.
For Gaza’s freedom is not just Gaza’s right—
It is the measure of our humanity.
So let the world hear me:
From the ruins, from the fire, from the sea—
Let my voice roar over the cannons,
Let my cry drown the sound of bombs—
LET GAZA LIVE!