Come home my child, school is over It has been blown up I know some of your mates have been taken Their parents, shattered, battered, broken Come home my child, In the mountains, it has been snowing flakes of bombs, flames so white, Shards and shrapnel, snowballs bright In the name of God some slaughter In the name of God others fight we the people, we the fodder Live to face our gory plight To enormous events we have been destined First the poverty, then the quakes, Then the militants, now the drones, Come home my child, far from the agony Away from the war with no end in sight Come home to my dreams There’s peaceful green all around and flowers wild Hues of blue, serene, and cool breezes mild There’s no blast here, nor any drones Gone the tempests, withered the cyclones In peace eternal I wait for thee I pray you stay safe, till we meet Whenever, wherever that may be. Read more by Adil here.
