#syriankids

WROTE SOMETHING.. Keeping the Syrian kid who was saved from rubble in mind. Kinda his words I feel.. What he must be thinking.

I can write

I can write

Even when I am dead with a knife,

Bcs I thrive for this drive

Of this sadness cry,

Of this blood which made rivers

Or the rivers full of blood,

Destroyed toyed feeling this crazy pain rush,

I am an innocent human

But i guess who cares,

Dead is my parents

Dead is my teddy bears,

Eyes full of misery

Moutha full of foam,

Running for the safety running from the evil bomb,

Wishing it to end by ending my life,

Looking for a river to my endless dive,

Emerging from the rubble face Covered with grey,

Tears did stop bcs I cried day by day,

Dnt knw what is left

Dnt know What is there,

Now living in Syria is the deadliest dare,

The pain the sorrow the unstoppable deaths,

Like god owed devil some human life debts,

The broken homes and the shattered windows,

The burned trees and the destroyed grounds,

People feeling like the food of a bloodhound,

Starvation at its peak,

Life dependency at zero,

Where are the soldiers

Where are our heroes,

When will they come doing their walk-in march,

When will they land on the Syrian pearch,

Waiting for the moment,

I will wait for that day,

I hope its nt too late,