Hey Shabab, Where Is My Son
In life
When elephants fight
A flower dies
So my son what they putted in your mind
to blow up me
the bullet isn't killer
son
but your hate
son
A terror
You feel shames
That's why
you walks in shadows
And hides in cave
And u wears this turban on face
hey my son
they pulled out
your heart
And replaced
with bomb
Hey shabab
where is my son?
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