Why the blue has abandoned The sky. Why the birds, Gone home without a goodbye? Why the clouds been subsumed In the dewdrops and Why the dreams hung on Cloth lines, have taken the fall? Why the legs relentlessly run, When the destination is long dead. Why does hope even dare to sprout Even in this war-torn land? But you shouldn't ask such Questions, you're still a kid. With the next incoming missile You'll also be killed. Why challenge the authority When the ill fate is fixed? Let's die first, if there's a God in heaven, we'll ask him If he stood witness to the Ground reality or went into hiding, Fearing his own persecution, In the hands the men- Who didn't spare, even The kids.