Can you spare some time, Mr President?

I long for the green grass garden,
those days I played under the sun.
Wont you give our people pardon?
were not responsible for whats been done.

I never once met my father,
he died before I was born.
And now because of the bad dry weather,
weve lost our fields of corn.

Those kind people who gave us food,
have all now started leaving.
Mom tried to explain, I never understood,
she said the countrys soul is bleeding.

Right now Im sitting in a bus,
but I dont know where were going.
I just wish someone would help us,
moms eyes have now stopped glowing.

My older brother didnt want to follow,
he said he had to stay and fight.
I asked mom if Id get to see him tomorrow,
she said if God wishes, I might.

Whenever I ask mom if or why,
the world is angry with her and me,
tears appear and she starts to cry,
saying "my child if only you live to see".

Mr. President, mom says that because of you,
we have to leave our homes forever.
I still dont know what wrong did we do?
now my familys not together.

Please dont drop your bombs on our land,
mom says our corn fields may get better.
Next year Ive promised to give her a hand,
whenever the weather gets wetter.

Av Fazeela Zaib 13 nov 2001 09:50