Children in War

 

Once again, beautiful spring blossoms
Carrying away the weight of the gray winter
Here, the seeds of life begin to grow once more, and joyous birds take to the sky
It seems as if every color emerges once again, giving a blessed beginning to the bleak world

 

But when is our yearning going to blossom
When will we have enough rice and meat to carry away the weight of our hunger
When will our seeds of hope begin to flower, and fiery missiles disappear from the sky
When will I get to see another color, a color that isn’t the crimson red that pours all around me

 

When will our lives blossom again
Will they ever?
Will I be denied yet again by you, O beautiful spring?