A Child From Sirya Had a Dream
A CHILD FROM SYRIA HAD A DREAM
peace was his dream
his dream became steam
the steam became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
his family was his dream
playing around was his dream
growing , learning was his dream
feeling , loving was his dream
building his home was his dream
his dream was a sweet dream
but his dream became unseen
on the hand of a bad regime
a slap & kick stopped his dream
he opened his eyes on another dream
this was a real dream
he said this is not my dream
he saw new people were not from his dream
they were from someone else's dream
he looked around searching for his dream
all he saw injured, dying dream
begging ,crying on a loud scream
he cried ,he begged ,please save my dream
the whole world watched that regime
killing the poor boy and his dream
by
Hakeem omer
Copyright © Hakeem Omer | Year Posted 2012
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