Mind of a Syrian Child
The Affected Generation
What happened to the world I grew up knowing?
What happened to the world where we all cared for each other?
Children put through so much pain
Traumatized by things they have no part in.
Sons witnessing his father's death
Daughters crying over their mother's corpse
But still, the world remains silent
Shush, they don't make a sound
It doesn't affect them so it is not their business
Where is Humanity?
I thought over 100000 people are born every second
But did we lose humanity, like a chopped off umbilical cord?
Everyone stands still and these wars happen
While wars merchants dancing to the tune of how much money is made
From the sale of war weapons, a bundle of infidel disgrace
Everyone needs to visit the optician
But first in line would be these so-called politicians
After they must have been given hearing aids
Do they not hear our cries?
Do they not see our chopped off arms?
What are we?, Definitely not humans
Booom, bombs drops another child dies
But because they are not related to powerful people, the world doesn't care?
No awareness as I dress my own wound
When would the world realise that there is no gain in all these
I am a Syrian child, hiding while writing this
Who knows? this might be the last time you hear from me.
Not because am too little to be heard
But because even before another violence errupts, I would probably be dead.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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