Mother, where am I on this planet?
Who am I?
Mother, I am not a child like the rest of the children.
I do not hear but the music of pain
I do not smell but the smell of blood
Mother, why am I lost between the dry pieces of bread?
Between my toys that got destroyed by the war
Between every tale of bombing and killing and striking
Mother, hold me a little
I am a child that carries burdens larger than him in this unjust planet.