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We are children

Talks of children

By Kuric AdemPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

We are the children, born into strife,

Our innocence lost in the battlefield of life.

Torn from our homes, we wander in despair,

Haunted by horrors no child should bear.

Beneath the rubble, our laughter fades away,

As bombs and gunfire drown out our play.

We feel the hunger, the ache in our bones,

As war rages on, stripping away our homes.

Fear in our eyes, scars etched on our souls,

Silent cries for help, our stories left untold.

We witness atrocities, far beyond our years,

Yet our pleas for peace fall on deafened ears.

In the chaos of war, dreams turn to dust,

Our hopes extinguished, as violence thrusts.

But we hold on, clutching to flickers of light,

With resilience and love, we will reunite.

We are the children, yearning to be free,

Yearning for a world where peace can be.

May compassion prevail, hatred dissolve,

So our future generations can finally evolve.

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Children in Myanmar are suffering even more now.

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    Written by Kuric Adem