Kids of War Zone
Oh! You crazy kids of war zone,
I hate your painful cries that pierce my heart just as pebble or stone.
Oh! You filthy creature who do survive amongst blood & cadevar so well,
In such danger & atrocities I wonder how do u dwell?
Oh! U disgusting children who still dream of food, dress & toys ;
'Perhaps u are devoid of pain receptors and emotions' , I think so! about u poor boys.
Those powerful leaders who think this way & could stop this evil of war, I don't know for what reason silent they do stay?
So I poetess "FaraHaseeb" took the courage to put fro this & dare to say.
But I feel for you darling children; that one day it's gona be your victory.
As lord of the lords knows your pain & he promises 'after every hardship is an ease' & that's not contradictory.
Oh! Poor kids may your ceremony of birth & death around the globe could be different,
But the pain u all undergo similar to me it always meant.
So just hold your patience & courage a bit more soon to the world your innocence n wound would be revealed,
& that day those white collared dirt would be exposed and to hide with fake dignity they won't be able to find any veil.
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