Butterfly

She was just 8 years old With freckles on her face She was a little tom boy Playing miles from the U.S base Her name was parwana Means butterfly in afghan She was like a little princess Born in a cruel land She was with other children Just playing under the skies But they look like terrorist to a robotic drone as it flies So they all were killed With bombs falling from the skies Then Washington says on TV It’s a mistake we apologize We apologize for your lost? How will that ease the pain? Of the parents not seeing Their little love ones again Her mother cries oh god Why don’t you kill me instead? How can I live now? That my little butterfly is dead These are our children Not a horse or a cow Go look your self in the mirror Who are the terrorist now? The British prime minster Says the terrorist will be beat From his press conference From NUMBER 10 Downing Street The white house says There will causalities of wars While all the war mongers Are safe behind their doors Her father mourns her death Till his cant live no more So he drove a car with bombs Thru the green zone door There are good and evil And we know what evil do But when the good do the same Then who is better than who The lives of the innocent Are being taken by both sides And today there was a butterfly Who will no longer flies?