Deep in the scorching sun,
Under the shadow's of an Antonov plane,
Children cry out for help, in fear
Parents pray, hands out in vain.
Instead of food for starving men,
Bombs from the sky they drop;
Sudden rivers of blood prevail
In exchange for waters of hope.
Humanity knocked down aground,
Under the scorching desert sun,
The forgotten plight of humanly souls
Dies away with each bombing run.
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