Their breakfasts is only bullet's grain
The only sound is mother cry
In front of her, her little princess lay dead
Her hope is lost, taken away one by one

Elsewhere, a boy looking for his father
But what he found
Blood, .... The body he was looking for was covered in blood
The sturdy and strong body is no longer lifeless
The boy cried,
He has nothing left now

They sleep on a terrible night, everyday
Day after day filled with fear
The attack is endless, ..
Constantly and continuously without stopping
How many more lives should be sacrificed?
There is not a place to hide

God, does hope it's still there ?
Peace for them
Not a massacre of humans
Children's laughter
Not a very deep sadness

They want to play
Wanna study
Wanna chat
Wanna laugh
Wanna happy

They Just Want To Live

Poetry is a little word with a hidden magical spell

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