Like children

They talk to each other through the screen

They condemn each other

In their camps, warmly wrapped up

For riches (of the heart) they will never have.

A message on a network

To condemn this atrocity

But in the shadows we sell them bombs

To enrich themselves, let's remain discreet.

Sarah and Fatima were eight years old

They dreamt in music

They were in harmony

Their lives were a symphony.

The Almighty has decided

His will be done

Is it he who gives power to men?

Or is it the other way round?

Sarah and Fatima, like so many others,

It will never be their fault

They didn't have the choice,

They didn't have the time

To play every day, like children.