In Gaza, the sky does not fall
It rains fire.
Children sleep beneath concrete tombs,
Mothers wail into hollow winds,
And the olive trees
Bleed.
A boy holds his sister’s severed hand
Like a prayer,
Like a memory,
Like a question God won’t answer anymore.
America
Your silence roars like F-16s,
Your aid is not charity,
But crucifixion money.
You kneel in churches of stone and glass,
While funding the shattering of real temples
Human hearts,
Infant bones,
The dignity of a dispossessed people
Longing for home.
Israel
You were born from ashes,
But now you breathe fire on those whose only crime
Is remembering too much
About exile.
What happened to “Never Again”?
Is it “Never Again… unless they’re not like us”?
And you, world leaders,
Architects of treaties made of dust,
Diplomats who toast with red wine
While children cough up red foam—
You’ve made yourselves gods
By forsaking God.
Liberation theology says:
If Christ walks the streets today,
He walks barefoot in Gaza.
Not in cathedrals
Nor in congress halls.
He is cradling the dying,
Rising in the rubble,
And weeping over the weapons
Stamped: Made in the U.S.A.
This is not politics.
This is not religion.
This is not history.
This is humanity,
Starving for a voice that speaks truth
Louder than missiles.
We are not asking for favours.
We are demanding the right
To breathe,
To exist without apology,
To bury our dead
Before they are forgotten
By the world’s deliberate blindness.
So rise,
Not in hatred
But in holy rage.
Speak,
Not with vengeance
But with vision.
For every Gaza,
There must be a thousand Jerichos
Where the walls of apathy
Come crashing down
At the sound of our united cry.
Let this be known:
God does not stand with empires.
God kneels with the crushed.
God is not in the drone.
God is in the silence
After the last child falls.
And that silence,
If unbroken,
Will haunt our names
For generations.
Free Palestine.
Not as a slogan
But as a sacred obligation.
Chanda Katonga is a multidisciplinary thinker and creator, born in Kalulushi, in Zambia’s Copperbelt Province. With a strong academic foundation that includes an MBA, Chanda bridges the worlds of science and literature with equal fluency. He is a dedicated researcher, accomplished writer, actor, and visual artist whose work often explores the profound intersections between spirit, story, and society.
A lifelong student of Gnosticism, Esotericism, and Mysticism, Chanda weaves philosophical insight into his creative expressions, delving into themes of transformation, truth, and the unseen forces that shape human destiny. Beyond the page and the screen, he also holds a black belt in karate—embodying discipline not only in thought but in action.
Whether through his poetry, performances, or scholarly pursuits, Chanda Katonga is a voice for those who search beyond the surface—for meaning, freedom, and light.