My Letter - Poem
Zainab Zubair Malol My parents kept trying to stop him from crying but the military kept bombing and took away my sibling. They blasted off my house and next on the list were my spouse for this was the dose they gave him for protecting his in-laws. Where is Humanity? I ask Oh you humanitarian; take off your mask for you, you aren’t real. No one knows why but bombs still fly up high and come down by They shattered our pride Took away life’s tide But still, under the sun we reside With hope inside For someday things shall get better Maybe not now, but latter And that day my friend, read out my letter For this ain’t no twitter.
