Voices by Nour Hamdan

I hear the sounds of destruction, of killing, of mothers’ cries

I wonder: what is the suffering for? And when will the doors be open?

I am just a child who lost her freedom, lost her childhood

And despite all that, a voice grows in my heart, in my mind

A voice calling: Hold on, for soon the morning will shine and darkness will disappear

And another voice says: Soon the butterflies of freedom will fly

And the birds will sing melodies of peace in the green gardens


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