Omran daqneesh

Around,
filled with dead bodies
cut down body parts
collapsed buildings.
shells are flying
instead of balloons
greedy cameras gave us
wonted scenes of the chaos and carnage.
But yours,
showed told us all.
Omran,
Your eyes fell no tears,
but fell of the witnessed.
Perhaps,
gray dusts and blood
may hide your drops
we feel your painful wounds and sorrows
froze you.
Very soon,
we want to see
your little face
feels happy