My son can't sleep on those nights

He doesn't feel his human rights.

The main thing he wants to know,

No more wars for him to show.

 

 

He wants to feel and be the silent

I told him once to be patient.

He doesn't want to hear the calls

He hides himself around the walls.

 

 

I can also be angry and even cry,

I sometimes ask the Lord to die.

I do not feel the love and peace,

The end of the war doesn't please.

 

 

And I sometimes can be boring,

And give my things to the toring.

I find the weather to be sad,

And ruling people to be mad.

 

 

I do not breathe cause of air lack,

Sometimes I want to go back.

I find indifference in the others,

The strangers become brothers.

 

 

I'll learn to walk and not to cry,

I only wish the evils die.

I do not want you to know the war,

And don't you show it anymore.

 

 

And those who are friends today

Tomorrow they will not stay.

And those who just hate the war

They value people three times more.

 

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska