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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) War has stolen my children, War snatched my sweetest things, god’s given; War robbed my children from being ‘hidden’ War demolished my tiniest hope, War has made me a body without soul. I’ve seen bullets killing my children, I’ve heard babies cry, It maims my soul the way babies die; I have nowhere to fly. War didn’t spare a single child, Bombs fell on smiling babies, Weapons snatched our babies from cradle, Ignominious war sent them to grave. I’ve seen atrocious appearance of war, To raise my voice I dare, I am solo face on crowd You can’t kill us blasting bombs loud, I will finally hold revenge’s sword, I want to listen my baby’s shout. Where are my bubbly chirpy children? When shall this war end? When will the toys get back their owner? When shall they again play with dolls? War has taken over one million children, War has made moms bed-ridden, War has turned off the way of life, War owed everything to malice. Why did war kill Zelena’s new born? Why did it take away 5 yrs old Adnaan? Regina’s little head struck by splinter My heart is dead like cold winter. I play with soft toys of my children, I weep over their lost childhood I kiss their tiny fur shoes, I wash their colorful clothes To lessen my woes!! I shake Sana’s round rattle, I count days of battle My lips get chapped, My tears get dried, But I never stop waiting, For my little children to return, War can’t rob our children, It just robs the future citizens!!
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