My life in yesterday
I cannot go out, wherever I am in the world, the world is never a safe place.
While waking up to balloons and the holy morning, my peers open my eyes to the new day with bombs falling on me.
My life and dreams left in yesterday, and whether I have the possibility of going out tomorrow, only the Creator knows.
Most of my friends died, and I didn't think about their political concerns for no reason, who recognized the right of the great and soulless states to kill us, and even if I was a traveler to heaven in such a blessed month, I would live in heaven on earth and like children from all over the world, going to school and sitting at the table with my family and I was going to grow up.
I am just a kid and this day is a feast, but I will never wake up to festive morning.
And here is the voice of another child in my ears:
"Don't touch neither my body nor my soul."
This is another child's hiccup:
"Martyrs do not die, homeland will never be divided."
This is another child's cry:
"I want to study, I will never be a child bride."
How the angels laughed while someone was dreaming and that child bride was already pregnant with her future child ...
I am my child and I have no race.
My child, I only worship my Lord, but I have too much faith in the hypocritical shadows and the political authority they worship, and when they are their great souls, I die, and many people die, children and their families, and the whole world is a spectator of this brutality, as if it were a play on the stage. they become.