Hey Shabab, Where Is My Son?

In life
When elephants fights
A flower dies
So my son what they putted in your mind
to blow up me
the bullet isn't killer
son
but your hate
son
A terror
You feels shame
That's why
you walks in shadows
And hides in cave
And u wears this turban on face
hey my son
they pulled out
your heart
And replaced
with bomb
Hey shabab
where is my son?

poem by Sallam Yassin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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