There was no place,
For you lovely boy
To live on the earth,
And live full of joy
Why just a grave
Could be such a home
For you to relax
In that little room
Why could we give you?
Just bomb and bullet
Why you lived tree
Years full of threat
When I was a child
I thought of the earth
As a big place
To welcome the birth
Now I know there is
Nothing but grave
For you lovely boy
Please be brave
I wish peace will come so he will have a place to grow and enjoy life.
There was no place, For you lovely boy To live on the earth, And live full of joy.... mourning over....... thinking of the lovely place the earth could be and then lamenting over the situation.. thank you very much dear Poetess, Tony
This is a sad state of affairs when a child dies because of the evil growing everywhere. His innocence and purity taken by death, the fault of the beasts who call themselves isis, yet we know them to be devils and demons. Now this little one is in heaven free of this earth and it's evil, yet he is sorely missed by family and friends. Even strangers have taken him into their hearts now because of your poem. You have done a great thing by sharing this poem with the world, showing everyone the horror of isis muslims following the quran. You have dared to speak the truth, I commend you Fatemeh! RoseAnn
Thanks a million and happy to have your idea. Unfortunately ISIS just do what they like. In quran mentions that if You kill somebody without any reason, it is just like you have killed all people. and there are lots of advises about being kind. The role of politic and postilion who support terrorists is more obvious in the story of ISIS. thanks again Dear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Womb, bomb, tomb! Thanks for sharing.