Dark Era....

Do you still dream my little boy?

World steal your will and forced you to cry...

Your childhood waste among landmines....

Through unexploded ordinance for you to play...

Told you it’s your favorite toys

Bombs and guns

Are the cultures you know….

Child rights still in books of educators.....

International agreements buried in the grave of innocents souls

Do you still have dreams?

Your dreams full of death scenes

From early morning till down

Do you still dream?

Dream of food and toys are not dreams....

It’s your right to grow with health

Not to lose your limbs...

They kill your innocent eyes

And telling you in radios

War will stop as soon

You know its lie my son

But let us believe for while

Till you get some tree leaves to eat...

Trees doctors and food if you get sick....

My son....

Martyr of earth....

Sparrow of paradise

Be blessed in earth

Since you are angle

Do not care for devils

Cause God over there watching you...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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