A Street In Ghaza
Lying in the rubble,
Watching only trouble,
Yelling and crying;
Is a young injured child,
Having no relation living.
He is afraid to see the planes
Coming, firing and bombing,
Making people lonely,
Giving trouble only.
Making children orphans.
As for them, it is a fun.
The young child is now alone.
In another street, is the same scene
Where some other child is alone.
Whose everything is gone.
All their innocence will be gone.
Is it right to kill the innocence and the innocent.
The child is wondering .
So, am I.
AND WHAT ABOUT YOU????
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