tales from my son 6

My son was crying

He was nervous and going

I said," why are you crying?"

He said with sad,

"The world fills with killing

Killing, killing at all sides

America looks us with ugly

They deals us as rubbish

It tells the others with foolish

She learned us killing

She took every thing

She gave us weapons

To kill ourselves

They let the terror grow

And said that you must know"

I got up in hurry

Put my hand over his tiny

Mouth saying with dismay

"Stop or go away

The world knows what you say

They want to say

Islam is bad and ugly

They want us to be busy

And sloughed of our beauty

What is our beauty?

Islam which is shiny

It is clean with clearly

They wanted to say

Islam is like that

Organize looking for kill

Who believe that?

I told you no talking

At the politics and saying''

He said,'' I am sorry

I have a new way

To get silk with funny!''

We said,'' Tell us, honey!"

I said,' we may publish in hurry

You will get a high salary

For your invent in worthy

He said, "We take every worm

Fumble on its

Singing lovely songs

And it will let us the silk

Or we make a strong agreement

No of them give silk

Other be a hulk

To maintain them in rank"

We all laughed

We said if it is

We do in ease"

He said,'' how do we make thread?' 

  

the thief challenges the impossible

ISBN-13: 978-1517599133 (CreateSpace-Assigned)

ISBN-10: 151759913X