Childhood in wartime ✍️ Ayman Kodra Danial

 

Missing a mother and a father
His soul is hanging
Come on, little boy
To contain you ..

With tears
Did war lose you?
The Road ..

Our hearts are aches
For a region ..

Draw hearts
Imaginative
Calm your ribs
The suspense ..

See with your own eyes
Towards the shadows
Cry your tears
The yearning ..

Hold the assignee’s hand
Crossing craving
The crucible ..

Where is my father? Where is my mother?
You shut up while she died
How much ..

And tell the world we are
Children of war
And you are a disgrace
The gallows

 

Aleppo 08/21/2017
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© Ayman Kodra Danial

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