A poem in dedication to the children of our Lands

I will not let die aimlessly. There is a commitment that we will survive and go beyond our hopes and dreams. This poem is dedicated to the children that left home and never came back. This poem is to salute the ambitious stars of tomorrow that have now been buried in the dirt of political and social fabric of fools.

Suicidal attacks
Scariest dreams lurking in the alleys of hate
Perturbed eyes gazing for a tomorrow
if only today survives....

Dreams scattered in the dust
weapons driving home a message
Death is the univocal music in the air
Can you hear it?

It makes us deaf to our fears and hopes
This is the song ouf our Autumn
A lullaby for my children