A Small Child

A child, a small child,

Roams around his yard, for a little while,

Till he hears the wail of the siren,

Too late now, hes killed by shards of iron.

Ten rockets launched , but only one Jewish kid is dead.

His folks vow vengeance and war lies ahead.

 

A child, a small child,

Roams around his neighbourhood, for a little while,

When with a whoosh his world explodes,

He wakes up in hospital, with a melted nose.

 

His parents dead, it was collateral damage,

They were in the wrong neighbourhood,

so the story goes.

 

One more Arab kid, scarred for life,

One more statistic added to the total.

His career options on growing up are just two-

Suicide Bomber or fight  with a rifle too.

 

A child, a little child,

Looks up to the blue skies,

From where rockets and tank shells come.

 

God or Gods (who ever is there)

Before the sons of Abraham

and the sons of Arabs,

kill each other ,

I am the son of Adam and Eve,

their common mother.

 

 

take me please,

far away from this place.

I wanna grow up in some happy place,

where no one thinks I am a Jew or an Arab

 

Just a small kid, who needs some love.

 

(Image from http://www.stolenchildhood.net/page/3/)