Dedicated to nevereternity

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This poem is written in the POV of a child.

Dear Allah,

Ammi told that you watch us from the heavens abode,
And shower your blessings upon us in a load,
She told that you're the most merciful and kind,
Please bestow some mercy on this mankind.

She told you're our protector,
Please save us from this spectre,
Are you seeing these cries?
Are you observing our groans?

Clack-tap, Clack-tap, Clack-tap,
That's how their hefty boots tap,
Deep in the dead night,
They blast us with their might.

A few dressed in black, a few in white,
Some yell in Arabic, some in English,
All of them make me feel utterly scared,
I dread if we would be ever spared.

Ammi said I can't go to school,
She won't allow me outside,
Rumor told that our beautiful school,
Is now nothing but a site of blood pool.

Ammi said I can't play football,
When asked the reason, she just cried,
Khalid disappeared, so did Hameed,
How can they, when they promised me that they would play?

Even baba broke his promise,
He said he would return,
Now Ammi says he's with you,
Send him here or take me with you.

I want to go to school again,
I want to play football again,
I want to talk to baba again,
Will that ever happen again?

Will that ever happen again?

As he finished his prayer in tears, a mortar shell dropped onto their house exploding it into pieces.

He's one of the thousands of innocent kids who died in Syria.