It’s Christmas,
White butterflies of snow
Smiling to me behind the window.
I love those guests
But can’t open my window and welcome them in.
Once I kiss them they die,
They leave a tear drop on my lips
Snow White butterflies
Scattered around the city
Around the fields and my soul.
They cool down the lava of my heart
Snow White butterflies
Please go to the war zone
Cool down the fire of the bombs too,
Tell the brainwashed soldiers
It’s Christmas stop firing
There is a child who wants to sleep
Simko Ahmed
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