Wear your Kufiya with pride
There is no more reason to hide

For where else in the world can you say
That children have no right to play

You must consider what has passed to be past
After all your childhood was not intended to last

Despite the broken bones & spilled blood
You must stand strong & raise your head

For the young heal faster than the old
And the horrendous damage will remain untold

This madness of hunger and pain
Where others have far more to gain

Your face and your haunted eyes
Have unmasked a thousand lies

It seems you will always remain
The child who’s laughter we’ll refrain

Who knows what horrors do lurk
In a mind once calm, now full of murk 

Your fear has been nurtured my child
You must wear your Kufiya with pride