The youth are filled with rage
Those glossed eyes show pain
A storytelling of life's lessons
Gender inequality has no place in their world
They fight expecting to die but still hoping to live
They still mourn for their mothers long lost
They still remember their fathers' gallantry
Their voices take on a sorrowful tone
Everytime their minds linger on the past
They cannot seem to let go
But what can they do when their past is rubbed in their faces
Everytime they take up arms against those who destroyed their home
© AishaAbdulkarim