They like to play like the other children of the World.
But no way, their playgrounds a rage battlefield.
Even if it's a ball nobody kicks as it could be a bomb.
Their dark faces full of hopes
But a better tomorrow never comes.
Their dreams are not like our dreams
And it's almost a nightmare.
The most dangerous orphanage in the living hell
Where the innocent smiles request a very little
But nobody cares.
* I humbly dedicate this poem to all the Peace Lovers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An elegy for beautiful human beings who have lost their childhood to war and suffering. I echo the words of the little boy in Sandburg's poem, 'Someday they'll have a war and nobody will come.' All praise to you for lifting your poetic voice on behalf of those who cannot speak for themselves. Warm regards, Sandra