While I was waiting for dad

Bismillah

This morning while I was waiting for my dad I started humming in the car and soon words began to form and here's what I managed to write down:


In a land faraway from home,
in a country full of waste,
the people slowly move about,
in a dance full of grace.

One by one they fall down,
Like petals in the wind.
Oh how beautiful do they fall,
The people of the waste.

The little children use to play,
The little children sung,
Oh why is it now they don't move at all,
The children of the waste.

Dance little petals in a barren land,
Dance in your last stance,
Dance little people of the land,
While evil claps their hands.

Oh sky high does the eagle fly,
the envy of those below.
But lost is the eagle in the sky,
In the end he's all alone.

*inspired by the news about Iraq children.

Alhamdulillah