My heart aches, dear.
This pain is passing to my shoulder.
Sweat is breaking and
Things are getting dark and darker.
You are lying next to me
What a cold look in your eyes!
What are you searching for?
I saw our babies' demise;
Slowly over there.
Like good boys, they didn't cry.
Angels didn't take them away
I don't know who they were;
America, Russia or Assad?
Bombs blinded their visions.
Gas chocked their throats.
They were slaughtered like any goat.
I can hear our crying infant only.
She is hungry maybe.
I am sorry to leave you so early.
I couldn't give you a better place, baby.
I hope that your children won't meet
The same fate as your siblings.
They won't choke their throats
Crying helplessly like you.
They won't live a single day
Gasping hopelessly like you.
They won't have to wait for the next meal
Waiting with uncertainty like you.
I know the Almighty sees everything
And I am going to tell him all of this.
So that the sunrise they will see
It will not be as bloody as today is.
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