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
