Stop the war and the fighting
for a smile on a child's face
Stop the planes and the shell's
for a smile on a child's face
Stop all the army vehicles
for a smile on a child's face
Stop everything that kills and destroys
for a smile of happiness on a child's face .
Ivana , 11 (Cepin,former Yugoslavia)
War is the saddest word
that flows from my quivering lips
It is a wicked bird
that never comes to rest
It is a deadly bird that destroys our homes
and deprives us from our childhood
War is the evelist of birds
turning the streets red with blood
and the world into an inferno.
Maida, 12
I am speaking to you ,
the one they forced from the playground
and from the streets, from the house where you lived
and from your childhood room.
As you suffer, I suffer,
and my nights are sleepless too.
I swear to you,
I do not kick the football like before,
I do not sing the way I did
I have locked up my bicycle, and I have locked up my smile
I have locked up my games and my childish jokes as well.
Will the waiting be long?
I do not want to grow old, while still just a child,
and I fear that in the wait, the place of our birth will soon be forgotten.
Therefor my friend, welcome to my place.
We will share the sea, and the beauty of a summer evening.
We will enjoy the singing of the birds
and do our homework together.
Nemanja, 11 (Sutomore,former Yugoslavie)
I dream of peace
While the bombing goes on and destroys my village.
While neighbors and friends are lying dead in the streets
And blood is all around.
I dream of peace
While my father was taken away and I haven't seen him since
And my sister and I have changed our home for a detention camp
And my mother is not around
I dream of peace
Of days I can play again, and ride my bicycle,
And sleep safely in the arms of my father
And children's laughter all around
LF June 1998 For the Children
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