What wrong did I do to this world?
I’ve just been born—innocent, new.
But they greeted me with missiles, fire, and bombs,
Not lullabies or gentle arms.
They say babies cry when they arrive,
But when I was born,I heard the world’s mournful song.
Was I born in hell, or something worse?
When I cried for milk, my mother tried—
Her breast was empty, dry as dust.
I tasted blood, not comfort or warmth.
I looked at her face—fear, pain, and sorrow,
Begging the sky for mercy, for tomorrow.
I searched for my father,I saw him, but he didn't.—
His eyes open, but his soul was gone,
Left us behind in a broken world,
Where did I go wrong? Where is help for a child?
Little stars in a darkened sky,
You carry pain no one should know.
The world sees your tears, but turns away—
Yet inside you burns a fierce light of hope.
Among the ruins and shattered dreams,
A silent strength grows deep inside.
The land remembers ancient stories,
Of courage, love, and endless fight.
Though the night is long and cold,
Hold tight the dreams you hold close.
One day, peace will touch your streets,
And the sound of laughter will return.
For every child deserves to live
In a world where love is real—
Where hope is more than just a word,
And freedom is no longer a dream.
"For every child born into conflict—your pain is not forgotten. Your hope is stronger than this world’s silence. 💔✊
