Children of Chinar.
The children of my land don’t dream
of fairies coming to replace their broken toys because their childhood is stolen by the men with cold faces around their houses.
Do fairies come to prisons?
The children of land do not remake their mud castles that fall off. They have seen enough homes turn to ashes.
Afterall, how long does hope stay alive for?
The children of my land, i tell you do not leave their homes for their mothers to call them again.
They have seen people vanishing away and never returning back- even when their names are called out in despair.
They are the children of my land.
Their childhood is taken away, too soon.