A Question.

Where flowers should be,

Where toys should be,

Lies a metallic murderer.

Where smiles should beam,

Where laughter should echo,

Where love should be visible,

Haunts,

Death,uncertainty, helplessness

Misery, pain and hopelessness.

What are we fighting for?

For a  barren land?

For an invisible border?

For our Pride or dignity?

For Future?

Whose land?

Whose border?

Whose dignity, pride and future?

Theirs?

No!

Ours.

Why should they then

Carry our sins upon their shoulders?

What do they know of the difference

Between these evil words?

Nation state and national integrity?

democracy and terrorism?

Does any make sense to them?

Children they are.

Children they should remain.

Like an earth without trees

A heaven without cherubim,

There’s no worth

In a land without a child.