My little brothers and sisters in iraq..

Oh..,my poor little brothers and sisters in iraq..
I can’t bear your painful screams,
Oh….,your cut off hands and legs.
Dear mothers….,how can I console you-
for the loss of your little kids.
What I should say to fathers ..,
Who are carrying their beloved daughters dead bodies….?
See that kid who has lost his eye,
He don’t know why his house was bombed
Neither he knows Bush nor Saddam!
How pity is that he doesn’t-
know that he has lost his mother too.
Oh…,my poor little brother
How can I wipe your tears..?