Gaza children's day

What are your eyes looking at?
Lost sights from sweet little eyes
Where is you essence?
vanished in time …
Dyed of scarlet rivers:
It is how looks your smile.
Enjoy the nap my little baby
I will sing for you cradle songs
By you r synthetic plastic bag.
And I will caress your skin
Seeking for a little bit of warm
Though my hands will feel empty
Coldness from your source.
Seeking for a vibration I will
Touch the black bullets holes on your
Tender heart… so from your hands
I will take the fainted flower for your mom
Do not feel sad my little baby
By side you, here, are lying your game companions
Perhaps when you could wake up
You might want to play a little bit, that is it,
and nothing else.
Would you wake up for me?
I have been waiting ,waiting for you
For your renaissance,
Perhaps your dream is better that you reality…
Would you guess while you were playing
The coming of innocents day, the Gaza children’s day?
Who might be invited to the party himself?
Israel, the guest of the Gaza children’s day
Disguise as king Herod there he comes to play.
What does the step leave at his departure?
You,lying in the cradle bag with the rest of your mates
Only because you could not stand his game.
Why does the religious hate took your laugh away?
Why does it not consumed itself?
Children do not understand war reasons
The highest being does not understand holy war games.
Either me or the little people, but what about them?
Which is the reason? Love is absent there.
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Who could murder his neighbor’s childen?