For donkey years, help didn't come our way and till date we only survive on dates.
Our fathers are bent down to their knees to serve the ruthless chaimans but still they are tortured to the End.

The children's childhood are snatched from them and are forced to cross to the path of maturity.
The trousers and skirts no longer have dignity of their own because they walked around with no shelter on, so disrespectful.

The sticks are drumming but the soul...