Children of the war

Children of the war

Hiding myself behind a tree
With tears in my eyes,
Dust on my face,
Slippers in my feet,
And veil on my head.

I look at the smoke clouds
That are rising in a distance.
The voices of bullets in air,
Fire and fumes everywhere.

I, along with my friends walk slowly
Holding each other hand.
Hoping not to get hurt
So we all can go to our school
Where still the lesson of
Peace, hope and love is taught.

 

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