In Memory of Victims of War
Here : parents go to bed with no hope
Of seeing their children in the morning
Here, everywhere you go , all you see is a basket of Bones__
Here , children are left homeless & defenseless with no hope of seeing the sun
You do not want to be ripped by sounds of Ak 47 rifles.
You do not want to be eaten by the news from the radio & television___
Father went in search for food and never returned
And Mother she went in search of shelter and was hit by a stray bullet
Amina, my sister was raped to death by a gang of fucking terrorists!
Abu, he was praying in a mosque and he died in a blast…
Here : we romance death with open hands
like the way I romance my girlfriend
Yet , everyday we learn to live in broken dreams
Hoping that the Dawn births a better tomorrow
Where we can all live in peace & harmony
I mean : where we can sleep with our two eyes closed __
with hope of seeing dawn.