WHEN IT WILL OVER?

a kid syria

 

Under the same sun

Where the smokey air was formed

Dusty dry wind-swept away his dirty little face

He stay still

Silent

Stare at the unmoved poor father

Trembling with fear

Covers by anger

Fury blowing inside him

What’s our fault?

Why did they do this to us?

Oh my poor father!!!

He screaming inside

Nothing he could do but hiding

The last word his beloved father had said

One of his legacy

‘Son, go! Run and hide, save your self!’

As blood start leaking

 

That day,

The day that bullet had pierced through his poor father

In front of the helpless little son

Another anger was form

Another war had declare

And war will never end in the world that peace and love is the most expensive thing

 

*Dedicated to those kids who lost their parents during war, stay strong and be sure not to create another war. So in the future the will be no more innocent kids who suffering like you do now. It will be hard to forgive but that’s the best you can do to find peace*

 

Photo credit www.iinanews.com

Posted by tara lee @blue plum blossoms decoded

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