Early in the morning,
I go to school.
Children play in the park, they have teachers.
They all look happy.
One of them
Looks me in the eye.
He is not afraid
Of ever being hit by a bomb.
He has never seen blood,
Never seen a dead body.
Tears wet my cheeks.
And I murmur, very quietly:
That is what I wish
For the children of my homeland, too.