When i hear thunder,
Mama holds me tight,
I can’t see my brothers,
Maybe they’ve died,
I tasted mama’s salty tears,
She was crying so high,
Seeing my poor mama cry,
Tears filled my eyes,
Seeing me cry,mama said-
Why are you crying?
All is well,all is fine!
I can’t see my friends,
Where did they hide?
I want to hear their laughter,
Playing red light and green light,
I want to go to park,
To play my favourite slide,
But mama said no!
Parks are closed,
Nobody can go inside,
From my window i saw,
Giant tanks moving outside,
I want to see the sun,
And clear blue skies,
And hear birds chirping high,
But I hear the bombs,
Which make me afright!
I cling to my daddy,
Never let him leave my side,
I tried to find my doll,
Her face was covered with grime,
I cleaned her and wiped,
But she never opened her eyes,
I want to play with my friends again,
Never wanted them to go out of sight,
This is the plight of every war child,
O Allah have mercy upon them,
And give them respite.
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