O Heart

[أم حُسين]

My eyes can no longer see
I see nothing but atrocity
Every day and every night
Dead people are in sight
Such delicate infants laid in grave
Or wounded crying " have mercy!"
How can we live? Just tell me how?
How can a peson live uncared for or hungry?
They have the very right to live, to grow
To bloom like flowers in the country
And then instead of the toys, no love
Bombardment, fear and no family