Murdered
Saw the kids in basement
-where played and slept
-also used as school
-as well as court;
-played…
Sun to them is just name!
-Recognise armaments:
- "This is tank! "
- "That, bomber! "
Most of them realise
-kinds of guns by bullets!
Can we dare to ask them?
- "Do you love America? "
- "How about rest of world? "
- "Saudi, Israel or Iran? "
- "Turkey or Lebanon? "
- "Or China? Or Russia? "
These kids have right to be
-volunteers for killing.
They have been choked, are dead
-or in fact, killed, murdered.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nobody has the right to murder! Please read my poem Child Soldier. And please comment. Thank you.
Thank you brother and I read your great poem...