It's a land, a land that barely survives.It's running out of breath, we can hear its cries.
A land that's turning red, with all the blood thats being shed.
The flowers blossom no more and unborn children are dead.A land where killings and torture are a daily routine, and little 10 year olds try to battle it out with machines. They cry for our help but the world blocks out their screams. We're lending our ears to the wrong kinda scene. She's cradling her dying baby, wiping tears from he face. Praying to God to take him from this forsaken place. Have you ever seen a mother wanting her son to pass away,
knowing that he won't get to see a better day.
We cant imagine her pain but we can surely pray.
If her son survives, he's gonna grow up,
with a hate filled heart, towards those who struck.
This vicious cycle's turning kids in to revenge seekers,
and the rest of us are becoming heartless creatures.
Its not just one land this poem features.
I'm talking about Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine and Kashmir.
I'm sure there are others, just add them on here.
So i hereby, ask you all to testify,
that you'll all raise your hands up to the sky.
Pray to God to make it a better place,
and Spread peace amongst the human race.
By Saima Muskeen 2009
