Come; let me take you to a place
A shabby farm house by the lake,
A little boy crouched on the ground
Loathing war planes with horrific sound,
Thinking why the world became war-zone
What will happen to his marvelous home?
Animals, birds and his cute white dove
Where the hell have they all gone?
No bird sings when it is dawn
No animal grazes in the lawn,
Although the green meadows are real
In time of warfare looks surreal,
While the all world went to fray
His little hands held up for pray,
Let there be peace and calm my God
We all have suffered enough my Lord,
Let the love and hope prevails
Will this pray come true some day?
by Rahman Shahid
(3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5)
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