Far From Hope

by Fathima Muneer aged 14

I wake up not seeing beautiful gardens
Nor do I smell the sent of nature
Nor do I hear the song of birds

All I can see are the vulture-minded soldiers
People being killed day by day
Children crying helplessly
And all I can do is wait for hope

All I can smell is the blood of victims
The smell of burning bombs
Being thrown here and there
And all I can do is wait for hope

All I hear are the crying sounds of innocence
The powerful shooting of sirens
The roaring laughter of the soldiers
And all I can do is wait for hope

Here I sit in a small hut
In the midst of a battleground
Waiting for a new dawn of hope
A stop to this unstoppable war

All you wish is for luxury
But all I need
Is a night of peaceful sleep

A day when I can see beautiful gardens
A day when I can smell the scent of nature
A day when I can hear the song of birds
But alas! I am far from hope.

 

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