What was my fault?

 (From the perspective of a 10 year old palestinian) 

Nights are dark, so do our days

Been oppressed for decades, when will our fate change? 

All I see is terror and assault 

Everyday I think, what was my fault? 

Few instances I recall, having a sense of serenity

Which only lasted for a minimal of time

The World has lost all of it's humanity

The genocide being done is not even considered as a crime

That day my dad promised to bring me icecream

Me excited and waiting, not knowing it was the last time I saw him

Lying on the ground, facing the sky

Blood on his chest, wounds on his head

Looking from a distance, I wasn't going to cry

Tears donot affect those whose souls are already dead

From years you have been trying to vacate us

In a hope from the world to eradicate us

But you are never going to succeed

We have faith in God, he is the only one we need

Try to bomb us, or sent us in exile

The only thing we will have while dying is a smile

 While everytime it is you to get exalt

Every Night I wonder, what was my fault? 

                                  - Wasim