We Will Resist Poem by Tuwa Noor

It's not a silly game of adolescent boys',
The war nothing can do for mankind but only shed blood,
and demolishing the schools and playgrounds
and the innocent drawings of kids
and filled the history with dark.
Tanks and atom bombs kill people indiscriminately,
Burn, cripple and humiliate,
It presents the dead body of a baby as a gift to civilization.

It fills land with terror, people flee for shelter.
There is downpour of missiles liked monsoon rain.
The houses is wrecked, the chest is empty, and the sky is full of wailing.
Who plays this death game?
Who is the guru of greedy sinful drama?
Starts a war without any reason and no war is acceptable.

They are monsters who forced the war and find happiness in bloodshed,
The tricks of killing people will be resisted with strong hands.