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A poem from the palastinan child to this world
Am I a child  from this world
Oh world where is my party between parites?
And where is my toy between toys?                   
Or my fate is to be killed or to be sunk             ``
With flowers in our boish days .                         
Am I a flower from this world ?                           
Live on peace to peace near and far.                                                     
Iam not created to fire or live on fire
Iam a bird in trees and dance summer               
You  prevent our birds from singing songs       
And our buses  suffer and cars                                                                           
And suffering is weeping next the trees           
Wherever child or plant  goes it goes             
ِAnd all the mercy on earth to them it has
 ask for water ask for gas                                                                                                               
Am I a child from this world                  
I will live happily even though                                        
And on land of beauty I come and go               
And  my blood and roses bodies will show                            We are  and castle of  light to you                         
When will you feel me leaders of snow?             
What will your answer be to God although         
Nature says yes, the power says no                   the future of    world                       
Seas and stars to me told.                                  
Or killing children is  the honour                       
And making their blood rivers                          
And to disasters of people you deliver              
Am I a child from this world?                            
Need milk clothes and toys                           . 
We are enemies of terrorism we are angles     
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