Dead Child
Why do we send,
More suffering on them?
Why again do we kill,
More human blood we spill?
Who we are to tell,
Who should die?
Who should remain?
And who we are,
To kill the child,
Of a loving mum?
To make her mourn,
To make her cry?
If she could,
She would die,
To save the life,
Of her child.
But bombs don’t ask,
“Who wants to die?”
And do you? Why?
We are here,
Far away,
Why to care,
Anyway?
Do you remember?
What it means?
Ever suffered?
Lost your tears?
Send to death,
Someone else,
Have you seen
His pale face?
Would you look
Into eyes
Of his mum?
Of his wife?
Shame on you
If you want a war!
First try to lose,
Your only child!