Fear lies upon his face, what happening;
sadly dark veil covers his eyes,
why all this? , this noise, these lights,
the fire burns, these bombs.
All he can remember is the cuddle of is mum,
the happy days on her arms.
Until today, lie in the arms, of who cry his lost love, kissing his forehead.
Sad, the worst pain the parents can have.
For this stupid war, which make no sense, for God, for gold!
The purity of his though, fly away, for what we hope, a better place.
What he can be blame for, we all have been a child before,
Why we cannot remember, our fault?
We all had a dream; we all have been happy, but what happen when we grow.
The life transforms. All our dreams are gone,
we fight and kill, hoping one day,
to see our chid again.
To all the child been killed at war,
for all the man the child has lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem