I could feel my tear as
I try to gather my fear
During the dusty dusk
Wondering how I was struck
I was just a child who
Was once upon beguiled
One day I played baseball
when the sky was clear
The next day a flying ball (grenade)
Meant death was near
In the hall of good deeds (Mosque)
My father the worshipper pleads
A mother once full of femininity
Has now been stripped
From dignity (no head cover)
A book full of knowledge(Quran)
Which we could aquire
Infront of my eyes
Was set on fire
I breathe in disbelief
As for them we
Could never belief
I am just a child
Yet I suffer the wrath
When the blinded
Could not see the path
Can't they see that
I have never sinned
Yet I see my beloved killed
Can't they see
I'm just a child in tears
Hiding under the shadow
A meadow filled with
Blood rage and tears...
© Zubbu.writes
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