All your armies, all your fighters,
All your tanks, and all your soldiers,
against a boy, holding a stone,
standing there all alone.
In his eyes, I see the sun.
In his smile, I see the moon.
And I wonder, I only wonder,
who is weak, and who is strong?
who is right, and who is wrong?
And I wish, I only wish, that the truth had a tongue.
-A child from Gaza