If Tomorrow It Rains Poem by Hadi Hakkai Renato P.

Sleep my child, do not be afraid
Did you not enjoy the somber serenade
of sirens singing in the midnight sky
and the whisper of silence as the dead do dine
They feast upon the blood of the perished
lost forever to those they cherished
while the rumbling of the tanks drone on
and mothers solemnly say goodbye to their sons
Goodnight sweet child!
The fire cackles, as mere babies slumber
to the bullet-lullabys and twinkling shackles
Tires squeak against the gravel path
and still the flames rise in the dark of the night
Succumbing to the peaceful sound
of burning bodies hitting the ground
Alas! No fear my dear,
Sleep like the sun that never shall rise
to the sight of a child wearing a smile
For only the ignorant can see past
the bloodstained streets and their peers in casts
Sleep my child, don't be afraid
For at least we still have oil and gas and fame
your father has money, but is gone to war
and when he comes back, he'll bring you some more
Then you can buy friends, offer them their lives
Sleep my child, it's almost day
And if tomorrow it rains, it will wash the blood away