When bombs were raining from skies
When smoke fabricated blue color of skies
When humanity was drugged and trapped in lies
Poor children of Aleppo look at us and cried
They were counting on us till the last minute
Thought uncles will come to rescue nephews
Their dreams were simple as running as wild with joy
They thought of kites flying on clear blue skies
Playing hide & seek would have brought so much joy
They kept hopes alive for years till they died
Streets were full with blood that were pump in innocent hearts
Flesh were eaten by same cats that were fed by their tiny palms
They hide and seek from bombs with no happiness in life
Watch skies for monsters instead of kites flying
Hopes disappeared from eyes and heart filled with hatred
Who gonna rescue “unwanted” kids from gangs of demons
Aleppo is liberated from kids who desired for life
Aleppo is liberated from smile and joys
Aleppo is liberated from angels on earth
Liberation has come in all forms that we associate with genocide
Yet we all sit and watch and tweet and fake cry
By Usman Arshad