Alan Kurdi, a little 3-year-old kid who lost his life on 2nd September, 2015 to the most drastic migrant crisis that is still killing thousands from Syria, Iraq and other parts of world. When I saw that news last year, I was one of the countless people who were emotional and hurt. Few lines for the worst migrant crisis humanity faced.
We say that life is a never-ending race…
You have to run fast to live with it’s pace…
But what if for some, there is no place to stand…
They run for their lives and a little piece of land…
Not all monsters and devils live in the hell…
Some live besides us, ready with the gun and shell…
And when the terror strikes, there are just screams and pain…
Only option is to run as asking mercy is in vain…
It’s not easy to leave your house behind…
Destination is unknown and the journey is not kind…
There is a family to protect but no options to find…
There is a sea in front and molten rocks behind…
And then the innocence died, on the shore’s sand…
Because in the storm, humanity left that little hand…
Even the waves and the sun also cried…
Why sweet dreams washed off with the tide…
And there are other dreams, looking for their fate…
With the illusion of today and horror of next date…
I pray to god, to not to leave any other hand…
Wish they get their own little piece of land…
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